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On  "me  diffe^ht^EcSions    of    this 
BOOK. 

rH  E  larger  Edition  is  prefaced  with  a  Dif 
courfe  on  the  right  Way  of  fitting  the- 
Pfalms  of  David  for  Chriftian  WoruYipj 
wherein  a  plain  Account  is  given  of  the  Author  s 
general  Conducl  in  this  Imitation  of  the  Ffalms, 
together  withfome  evident  and  convincing  Arguments 
to  fupport  it.  There  are  aljo  particular  Notes  added 
at  the  End  of  a  great  Number  of  the  Pfalms,  which 
explain  their  Evangelical  Saife^  and  (hew  the  Rea- 
fon  vjhy  they  are  either  paraphrafed  or  abridged  in 
fuch  a  Manner  here. 

At  the  Requeji  of  many  Friends,  the  Author  has 
permitted  this  Edition  in  afmaller  Form,  to  render  it 
more  portable  and  convenient  for  public  V/orfhip  ; 
he  therefore  defires,  and  may  reafonublv  demand, 
this  Piece  of  Jufice  of  all  his  Readers,  that  thty 
will  not  cenfure  and  condemn  any  Part  of  this 
Work,  -fyithout  a  diligent  Pervfal  vf  the  latger 
Edition,**  wherein  the  Preface  and  Notes,  in  the 
Judgment  of  many  learned  aVd+flktiis  Men,  have 
given  a  fujpeient  Vindication  _pf  ihi  whole  Per- 
formance. Az  Of 


iv  Advertisement 

.     Of  the  Ufe  of  rhis  Pi'alm  Book. 

The  chief  Defign  of  ibis  Work  vjas  to  improve 
Pfalmody,  or  Religious  Singing,  and  to  encourage 
the  frequent  PraBice  of  it  in  public  AJftmUies  and 
private  Famili-s,  <wi'.k  more  Honour  and  Delight  j 
yet  the  Author  hopes  the  Heading  of  it  may  alfo  enter- 
lam  the  Pa'lour  and  ike  Clofct  kvith  devout  Plecfure 
Wind  boh  Meditations.  Therefore  he  mould  requefi 
Lis  Readers  at  proper  Seafons  to  perufe  it  through  ; 
and  among  34.0  facred  Flynttis  thty  may  find  cut 
fever  al  that  fuit  their  oivnXJafe  and  Temper,  or  the 
Jbircuhtfiances  of  then  Families  and  Friends  \fhey  may 
Teach  their.  Children  fuch  as  Ortf  roper  jorthieir  Age, 
and  by  treafurii.g  them  in  their  Mtnory  thty  may  he 
tumi/hed  J  or  pious  Retirement,  or  may  entertain 
their  Friends  vath  holy  Melody. 

Of  chufing  or  finding  the  Pfalm. 

Ike  Perufal  of  the  ivkole  Book  vcill  acquaint  every 
Pleader  tvith  the  Author' 's  Method,  and  by  confulting 
the  Index  or  Table  of  Contents  at  the  End,  bt  ?nay 
find  Hymns  very  proper  for  many  Occafions  of  the 
Chrifuan  Life  and  Wurfhip  ;  though  no  Copy  of  Da- 
vid s  Pfalter  can  provide  for  all,  as  I  have  jlevon 
in  the  Preface. 

Or  if  be  remembers  the  fir j\  Line  of  any  Pfalm, 
the  Table  of  the  firfl:  Lines  will  direil  <wbere  to 
find  it. 

Or  if  any  /ball  think  it  heft  to  fing  all  the  Pfalm s 
in  Order,  in  Churches  or  Families,  it  may  be  done 
Kvitb  Profit  ;  provided  tkofe  Pfalms  be  omitted  that 
refer  to  fpecial  Occurrences  oj  Nations,  Churches,  or 
fingle  Cbrijiians. 

Of  naming  the  Pfalms. 

Let  the  Number  of  the  Pfalm  be  named  diflincl'y, 
together  with  the  particular  Mete,  and  particular 
tart  of  it:  As-^rr  Infi:nce;  Let  us  fing  the  33d 
Ffalm,  zd  Part,   Common  Metre  ;    or,   Let  us 

fins: 


to  the  Readers. 

fing  the  91ft  Pfalm,  ift  Part,  beginning  at  ths 
Paufe;  or,  ending  at  the  Paufe;  or,  Let  us  fing 
the  84th  Pfalm  as  the  148th  pfalm,  &c.  And  then 
read  over  the  fir  ft  Stanza  before  you  begin  to  fing, 
that  the  People  may  find  it  in  their  Books,  wbelbif 
joufing  with  or  without  reading  Line  for  Line. 

Of  dividing  the  Pfalms. 
If  the  Pfalm  be  too  long  for  the  Time  cr  Cvjlom  of 
Singing,  there  are  Paufes  in  many  of  them,  at  which 
you  may  properly  reft  :  Or  you  may  league  cut  thofe 
Verfes  which  are  included  in  Crotchets  []  without 
difiurbing  the  Senfe :  Or  in  fome  Places  you  may 
begin  to  fing  at  a  Paufe. 

Do  not  always  confine  your  fives  to  fix  Stanza*/, 
but  fing  fe<ven  or  eight,  rather  than  confound  ike 
Senfe i  and  abufe  the  Pfalm  infolemn  Worflnp. 

Of  the  Manner  of  Singing-. 

//  were  to  be  wifoed,  that  all  Congregaiij 
private  Families  would  fing  as  thry  do  in. for  em 
Protefiant  Countries,  without  reading  Line  by  LmeV- 
Though  the  Author  has  done  what  he  could  to  make 
the  Senfe  compleat  in  every  Line  or  two,  yet  many 
Inconveniencies  will  always  attend  this  unhappy 
Manner  of  Singing :  But  where  it  cannot  be  altered} 
tbefe  two  Things  may  give  fome  Relief. 

Fiift,  let  as  many  as  can  do  it,  bring  Pfalm- 
Books  with  them,  and  look  on  the  Words  while  they 
fing,  fo  far  as  to  make  the  Senfe  compleat. 

Secondly,  Lei  the  Clerk  read  the  whole  Pfalm  over 
aloud  before  he  begins  to  parcel  out  the  Lines,  that  the 
People  may  have  fome  Notion  of  what  thy  fing,  and 
not  be  forced  to  drag  on  heavily  through  eight  tedious 
Syllables  without  any  Meaning,  till  the  next  Line 
come  to  give  the  Senfe  of  them. 

It  were  to  be  wifhed  alfo,  that  we  might  not  dwell 

fo  long  upon  every fingle  Note,  and  produce  the  Syllables 

A3  19 


vi  Advertiseme  n  t,  &c. 

tofuch  atirtlbme  Extent  with  a  cor.fiant  Uniformity 
oj  Timt{  li/.ic'  difgracts  the  Mufic,  and -puts  tht 
Congregation  quite  cut  of  Breath  infinqin^five  or  fix 
Stanzas ;  whereas  if  the  Method  of  Singing  was 
but  reformed  to  agreater  Speed  of  Pronunciation,  we 
wight  often  enjoy  the  Pieafure  of  a  longer  Pfalm  with 
lefs  Exp  t  nee  of  Time  and  Breath  ;  and  our  Pfalmody 
would  be  more  agreeable  to  that  of  the  ancient 
Lhiu  chtst  jnvre  intelligible  to  others,  and  more  de- 
lightful to  ou  "fives. 

The  Various  Meafures  of  the  Verfe  are  fitted  to 
the  Tunes  of  the  Old  Psalm-Book, 

To  the  Common  Tunesyfog  all  intituled  Common- 
Metre. 
To  the  Tunes  of  the  tooth  Pfalm  fing  all  intituled 

Long  Metre. 
TotheTunz  ofthex^n  Pfalm  fing  Short  Metre. 
CC;  <li  50th  Pfalm  fing  one  Metre  of  the  50th  and 

93d. 
To  the  iiath  or  137th  Pfalm  fing  one  Metre  of  the 

104th  and  148th. 
To  the  113th  Ff'dlmfing  one  Metre  of  the  19th,  33d, 

58th,  %<)\\iilajlParti  96th,  119th,  1 13th. 
To  the  i2zd  ?h\mfiftg  one  of  the  Metres  of  the  93d 

i^id,  and  133d. 
To  the  148th  Pfalm  fing  one  Metre  of  the  84th,  121ft, 

1361  h,  and  14.8th. 
To  a  new  Tune  fing  one  Metre  of  the  50th  and 

115th. 

Dec.  1,  1718. 


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DAVID. 

Imitated  in  the  Language  of  the 

NEW    TESTAMENT. 

PSALM  I.    Common  Metre. 
The  Way  and  End  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked, 


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L  E  S  T  is  the  Man  who  muns  the  Place 

Where  "inners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  Ways, 
And  hates  the  Scoffer's  Seat. 


7.  But  in  the  Statutes  of  the  Lord 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  Delight  ,• 
By  Day  he  reads  or  hears  the  WordV 
And  meditates  by  Night. 

3  [He  like  a  Plant  of  gen'rous  Kind 
By  living  Waters  fet, 

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a  P  S  A  L  M    I. 

Safe  from  the  Storm  and  blafting  Wind, 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  State.] 

4  Green  as  the  Leaf,  and  ever  fair 

Shall  his  Profeffion  mine  5 

While  Fruit  of  Holinefs  appear 

Like  Clufters  on  the  Vine. 

5  Not  fo  the  Impious  and  Unjuft  3 

What  vain  Defigns  they  form  ! 
Their  Hopes  are  blown  a'way  like  I>uff, 
Or  Chaff  before  the  Storm. 

6  Sinners  in  Judgment  fhall  not  ftand 

Amongft  the  Sons  of  Grace, 
When  Lhriji  the  judge  at  his  right  Hand 

Appoints  his  Saints  a  Place, 

e  beholds  the  Path  they  tread, 

HisHeart  approves  it  well ; 
But  crooked  'ways  of  Sinners  lead 

Down  to  the  Gates  of  Hell. 

PSALM    1.  Short  Metre. 
The  Saint  Happy,  the  Sinner  Miferablt, 
1  T'MIE  Man  is  ever  bleft 

*      Who  fliitns  the  Sinners  Ways, 
Among  their  Couufels  never  frauds, 

Nor  takes  the  Scorner's  Place. 
a  But  m.  kes  the  Law  of  God 

His  Suidy  and  Delight, 
Awidft  the  Labours  of  the  Day, 
And  Watches  of  the  Night. 

3  He  like  a  Tree  mall  thrive, 
With  Waters  near  the  Root; 

Frcfli  as  the  Leaf  his  Name  fhall  lire, 
His  Woiks  are  heav'nly  Fruit. 

4  Not  fo  th*  ungodly  Race, 
They  no  fuch  Bleflings  find  ; 

Their  Hopes  fliall  flee  like  empty  Chaff 
Before  the  driving  Wind. 

<  Hovt 


P  S  A  L  M    I.  3 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  Hand 
Before  that  Judgment- Seat, 

Where  all  the  Saints  at  Cbriji's  Right-Hand 
In  full  Aflembly  meet  ? 

6  He  knows,  and  he  approves 
The  Ways  the  Righteous  go  ; 

But  Sinners  and  their  Works  fhall  meet 
A  dreadful  Overthrow. 

PSALM    i.  Long  Metre. 

the  Difference  between  the  Righteous  and  the 
Wicked. 
i  TjAPPY  the  Man,  whofe  cautious  Feet 

■*■•*•  Shun  the  broad  Way  that  Sinners  go, 

Who  hates  the  Place  where  Atheifts  meet, 

And  fears  to  talk  as  Scoffers  do. 
a  He  loves  t'  employ  his  Morning-Light 

Amongft  the  Statutes  of  the  Lord  ; 

And  fpends  the  wakeful  Hours  of  Night, 

With  Pleafure  pondYing  o'er  the  Word. 
3  He  like  a  Plant  by  gentle  Streams, 

Shall  flouriih  in  immortal  Green  ; 

And  Heav'n  will  mine  with  kindeft  Beams, 

On  every  Work  his  Hands  begin. 
4.  But  Sinners  find  their  Counfels  croft  j 

As  Chaff  before  the  Tempeft  flies  ; 

So  mall  their  Hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 

When  the  iaft  Trumpet  makes  the  Skies, 

5  In  vain  the  Rebel  feeks  to  ftand 
In  Judgment  with  the  pious  Race  : 

The  dreadful  Judge  with  ftern  Command 
Divides  him  to  a  different  Place. 

6  "  Strait  is  the  Way  my  Saints  have  trod, 
"  I  bleft  the  Path,  and  drew  it  plain  $ 

"  But  you  would  chufe  the  crooked  Road  j 
'*  And  down  it  leads  to  endtefs  Pain." 

A5  PSALM 


I  P  S  A  L  M    II. 

P  S  A  L  M  ».    Short  Metre. 

Tranflated   according   to   the   Divine  Pattern, 
AQs'W.  z$,  &c. 

Chrift  Dying,  Ri/ng,   Interceding,  and  Reigning. 
j  [VfAKERand  Sovereign  Lord 

•*-Vi  Of  Heaven,  and  Earth,  and  Seas, 
Thy  Providence  confirms  fhy  Word, 

And  anfwers  thy  Decrees, 
a  The  Things  fo  long-  foretold 

By  David  are  fnlfilVd, 
When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 

Jefus,  thine  only  Child.] 
3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  Jcivs  with  one  Accord 
Bend  all  their  Cotinfels  to  deftroy 

Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 
4.  Rulers  and  Kings  agree 

To  form  a  vain  Defign  ; 
Againft  the  Lord  their  Pow'rs  unite, 

Againft  his  Chrift  they  join. 
5  The  Lord  derides  their  Rage, 

And  will  fupport  his  Throne  ; 
He  that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  Dead,    - 

Hath  own'd  him  for  his  Son. 
PAUSE. 

C  Now  he's  afcended  high, 

And  afks  to  rule  the  Earth  ; 
The  Merit  of  his  Blood  he  pleads, 

And  pleads  his  heav'nly  Birth. 
7  He  afks,  and  God  bellows 

A  large  Inheritance; 
Far  as  the  World's  remoteft  Ends 

His  Kingdom  mall  advance, 
S  The  Nations  that  rebel 
(t  feel  his  Iron  Rod  : 

He'll 


f  s  a  l  m  ir.  fs 

He'll  vindicate  thofe  Honours  well 

Which  he  receiv'd  from  God. 
9  [Be  wife,  ye  Rulers,  now, 

And  worfhip  at  his  Throne; 
With  trembling  Joy,  ye  People,  bowy 

To  God's  exalted  Son. 
30  If  once  his  Wrath  arife, 

Ye  periih  on  the  Place  j 
Then  blefied  is  the  Soul  that  flies 

For  Refuge  to  his  Grace.] 

P  S  A  L  M  2.    Common  Metre, 

r  \Jif  H  Y  did  the  Nations  join  to  flay 
vv      The  Lord's  Anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  caft  his  Laws  away, 
And  tread  his  Gofpel  down  ? 
2  The  Lord  that  fits  above  the  Skies, 
Derides  their  Rage  below, 
He  fpeaks  with  Vengeance  in  his  Eyes, 
And  ftrikes  their  Spirits  through. 
jr/8  I  call  him  my  Eternal  Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  Dead  j 
w  I  make  my  holy  Hill  his  Throne, 
."  And  wide  his  Kingdom  fpread, 
4.  "'Aik  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 
"  The  utmoft  Heathen  Lands  : 
"  Thy  Rod  of  Iron  mail  dtftroy 
"  The  Rebel  that  withftands." 
£  Be  wife,  ye  Rulers  of  the  Earth,.. 
Obey  th'  Anointed  Lord, 
Adore  the  King  of  heav'nly  Birth, 
And  tremble*at  his  Word. 
6  With  humble  Love  addrefs  his  Throne  f 
For  if  he  frown  ye  die  : 
Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone 
Who  on  his  Grace  rely, 

A  6  PSAlrM- 


PSALM    II, 

PSALM    2.  Long  Metre. 
ChriftV  Death,  Refurreflion,  and  Afcenfion, 

i  "VJiT  H  Y  die!  the  Jews  proclaim  their  Rage  ? 
'  *      The  Romans  why  their  Swords  employ  j 
Againft  the  Lord  their  Powers  engage 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deftroy  ? 

z  "  Come  let  us  break  his  Bands,  they  fay,. 
"  This  Man  (hall  never  give  us  Lawsj'* 
And  thus  they  caft  his  Yoke  away, 
And  nail'd  the  Monarch  to  the  Crofs. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  Glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at  their  Pride,  their  Rage  controuls  j 
He'll  vex  their  Hearts  with  inward  Pains, 
And  fpeak  in  Thunder  to  their  Souls. 

j."  I  will  maintain  their  King  I  made 
"  On  'lion's  everlafting  Hill, 
m  My  Hand  fhall  bring  him  from  the  Dead, 
"  And  he  fhall  ftand  your  Sovereign  Hill." 

5  [His  wond'rous  Rifing  from  the  Earth 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  j 
The  Lord  declares  his  heavenly  Birth  : 
"  This  Day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  "  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  Right-hand, 
"  There  thou  fhalt  afk,  and  I  bellow 

"  The  utmoll  Bounds  of  Heathen  Lands  s 
"  To  thee  the  Northern  Ides  mall  bow." 

7  But  Nations  that  refill  his  Grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  Iron  Stroke  ; 
His  Rod  fhall  crufh  his  Foes  with  Eafe, 
As  Potters  Earthen  Work  is  broke. 

PAUSE. 

%  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  Thrones, 
Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb  : 
New  to  Lis  Feet  fubmit  your  Crowns, 
lUjoice  and  tremble  at  his  Name, 

9  With 


P  S  A  L  M    UL  7 

9  With  humble  Love  addrefs  the  Son, 
Left  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  j 

His  Wrath  will  burn  to  Worlds  unknown, 
If  ye  provoke  his  Jealoufy, 

10  His  Storms  (hall  drive  you  quick  to  Hell, 
He  is  a  God,  and  ye  but  Dull  j 

Happy  the  Souls  that  know  him  well, 
And  make  his  Grace  their  only  Truit. 

PSALM   3.    Common  Metre. 
Doubts  and  Fears  fupprefi ;  or  GOD  cur  Defend 

from  Sin  and  Satan. 
1  \X  Y  God,  how  many  are  my  Fears ! 
•*■*■■•     How  fall  my  Foes  in create  ! 
Confpiring  my  eternal  Death, 
They  break  my  prefent  Peace, 
a  The  lying  Tempter  would  perfuade 
There's  no  Relief  in  Heav'n, 
And  all  my  fwelling  Sins  appear 
Too  big  to  be  forgiv'n. 

3  But  thou,  my  Glory  and  my  Strength,. 

Shalt  on  the  Tempter  tread, 
Shalt  filence  all  my  threat'ning  Guilt, 
And  raife  my  drooping  Head. 

4  [I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  Hill 

He  bow'd  a  lift  ning  Ear  j 
I  call'd  my  Father  and  my  God, 
And  he  fubdu'd  my  Fear. 

5  He  fried  foft  Slumbers  on  mine  Eyes  j 

In  fpight  of  all  my  Foes ; 
I  'woke  and  wonder'd  at  the  Grace 
That  guarded  my  Repofe.] 

6  What  though  the  Holts  of  Death  and  Hell, 

All  arm'd  againft  me  flood  : 
Terrors  no  mote  fhall  make  my  Soul  3 
My  Refuge  is  my  God. 

7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  Grace, 

While  I  thy  Glory  fmg  5  My 


S  PSALM    IV. 

My  God  has  broke  the  Serpent's  Teeth, 
And  Death  hath  loft  his  Sting. 
8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 
His  Arm  alone  can  fave. 
Bleffings  attend  thy  People  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  Grave. 

PSALM  3.  a;,  i,  z,  j,  4,  5,  8.  Long  Metre. 
A  Morning  Pfalm. 

1  r\  LORD,  .how  many  are  my  Foes 
^  In  this  weak  State  of  Flefh  and  Blood  ! 
My  Peace  they  daily  difcompofe, 
But  my  Defence  and  Hope  is  God. 

a  Tir'd  with  the  Burthens  of  the  Day, 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  Evening  Cry  : 
Thou  heard'it  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  Almighty  Help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  Aid 

I  laid  me  down,  and  liept  fecure  :   . 

Not  Death  fhouid  make  my  Heart  afraid,.    ' 

Though  I  fhouid  wake  and  rife  no  more. 

4  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  Night  j 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong: 
Heraisdmy  Head  to  fee  the  Light, 
And  make  his  Praife  my  Morning  Song. 

PSALM  4..  <u.  1,2,3,  5?  6>  7-    Long  Metre, 
Hearing  of  Prayer,   or   GOD  our  Portion^    and 

Chrift  our  Hope. 
1  r\  GOD  of  Grace  and  Righteoufnefs, 

^^  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  5 

Thou  haftenlarg'd  me  in  Diftrefs, 

Bow  down  a  gracious  Ear  again. 
a  Ye  Sons  of  Men,  in  vain  ye  try 

To  turn  my  Glory  into  Shame  : 

How  tong  will  Scoffers  love  to  lye, 

rfind  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  Name  ? 

■j  Know  ' 


P  S  A  L  M    V.  9 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  Saints 
From  all  the  Tribes  of  Men  befide ; 
He  hears  the  Cry  of  Penitents 

For  the  dear  Sake  of  Chrifl  that  dy'd. 

4  When  our  obedient  Hands  have  done 
A  Thoufand  Works  of  Righteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  Truft  in  God  alone, 
And  Glory  in  his  pard'ning  Grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  Many  fay, 

"  Who  nvill  be/ioiv  fome  earthly  Good?'* 
But,  Lord,  thy  Light  and  Love  we  pray  j. 
Our  Souls  defire  this  heavenly  Food. 

6  Then  mail  my  chearful  Pow'rs  rejoice 
At  Grace  and  Favour  fo  divine, 

Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  Choice 
For  all  their  Corn,  and  all  their  Wine. 
P  S  A  L  M  4.  <v.  3,  4,  5,  8.    Common  Metre. 
An  Evening  Pfalm. 

1  T   ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  j 
•L/     I  am  for  ever  thine  j 

I  fear  before  thee  all  the  Day, 
Nor  would  1  dare  to  fin. 

2  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  Head 

From  Cares  and  Bufinefs  free, 
'Tis  fweet  convex  fmg  on  my  Bed 
With  my  own  Heart  and  Thee. 

3  I  pay  this  Evening  Sacrifice  j 

And  when  my  Work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  Faith  and  Hope  relies 
Upon  thy  Grace  alone. 

4  Thus  writh  my  Thoughts  compos'd  to  Peace* 

III  give  mine  Eyes  to  Sleep  j 
Thy  Hand  in  Safety  keeps  my  Days, 
And  will  my  Slumbers  keep. 
P  S  A  L  M     5. 
For  the  Lord's  Day  Morning, 
l  T    ORD.  in  the  Morning  thou  (halt  hear 
-   *■?*    My  Voice  attending  high  j  To 


io  PSALM    VL 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  Pray'r, 

To  thee  lift  up  mine  Eye. 
a  Up  to  the  Hills  where  Cbriji  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  Saints, 
Prefenting  at  his  Father's  Throne 

Our  Songs  and  our  Complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whole  Sight 

The  Wicked  mall  not  ftand, 

Sinners  mail  ne'er  be  thy  Delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  Right  Hand. 

4  But  to  thy  Houfe  will  I  refort, 

To  tafte  thy  Mercies  there  j 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  Court, 
And  wormip  in  thy  Fear. 

5  O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  Feet 

In  Ways  of  Righteoufnefs  ! 
Make  every  Path  of  Duty  lirait, 
And  plain  before  my  Face. 
PAUSE. 

6  My  watchful  Enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  Feet  aftray  j 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  Defign, 
To  make  my  Soul  their  Prey. 

7  Lord  crufh  the  Serpent  in  the  Duft, 

And  all  his  Plots  deftroy  ; 
While  thofe  that  in  thy  Mercy  truft, 
For  ever  fhout  for  Joy. 
$  The  Men  that  love  and  fear  thy  Name, 
Shall  fee  their  Hopes  tulfiU'd  ; 
The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
With  Favour  as  a  Shield. 

PSALM    6.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  in  Sicknefs  ;  cr  Difeafa  healed. 
i  TN  Anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not, 
■■•     Withdraw  the  dreadful  ttorm  j 
Nor  let  thy  Fury  grow  fo  hot 
Againlt  a  feeble  Worm.  a  My 


PSALM    VI.  xs 

*  My  Soul's  bow'd  down  with  heavy  Cares^ 
'My  Flefh  with  Pain  oppreft  : 
My  Couch  is  Witnefs  to  my  Tears, 
My  Tears  forbid  my  Reft, 

3  Sorrow  and  Pain  wear  out  my  Day&j 

I  wafte  the  Night  with  Cries, 
Counting  the  Minutes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  flow  Morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  be  ftill  tormented  more? 

Mine  Eye  confum'd  with  Grief? 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long,  before 

ThimTHand  affords  Relief? 
$  He  hears  when  Duft  and  Aflies  fpeak, 

He  pities  all  our  Groans, 
He  faves  us  for  his  Mercy's  Sake, 

And  heals  our  broken  Bones, 
6  The  Virtue  of  his  fov'reign  Word, 

Reftores  our  fainting  Bre.ith  : 
For  filent  Graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 

Nor  is  he  known  in  Death. 

P  S  A  L  M  6.    Long  Metre. 
Temptation  in  Sicknefs  overcome. 

i  T    ORD,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 
*-*     When  thou  with  Kindnefs  doit  ehaftife  \ 
But  thy  fierce  Wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  ! 

a  Pity  my  languishing  Eftate, 
And  eafe  the  Sorrows  that  I  feel, 
The  Wounds  thiae  heavy  Hand  hath  made^ 
G  let  thy  gentler  Touches  heal  ! 

3  See  how  I  pafs  my  weary  Days 

In  Sighs  and  Groans;  and  when  'tis  Night, 
My  Bed  is  water'd  with  my  Tears ; 
My  Grief  confumes,  and  dims  my  Sight. 

4  Look  how  the  Powers  of  Nature  mourn  ! 
How  long,  Almighty  God,  how  long? 

When 


j*  PSALM    VII. 

When  mall  thine  Hour  of  Grace  return? 
When  (hall  I  make  thy  Grace  my  Song  r 

5  I  feel  my  Fiefh  To  near  the  Grave, 
My  Thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair : 
But  Graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  Dull  and  Silence  there. 

6  Depart,  ye  Tempters,  from  my  Soul  j 
And  all  defpairing  Thoughts  depart  j 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  Moan, 
Will  eafe  my  Fleih,  and  chear  my  Heart. 

PSALM  7.    Common  Metre. 

C  0  D's  Care  of  his  People,   and  Punifhment  of 

Perfecutors. 

1  Vf  Y  Truft  is  in  my  heavenly  Friend, 
AV1     My  Hope  in  Thee,  my  God  : 
Rife,^nd  my  helplefs  Life  defend 

From  thofe  that  feek  my  Blood. 

2  With  Infolence  and  Fury  they 

My  Soul  in  Pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  Lions  rend  the  Prey 
When  no  Deliverer's  near. 

3  If  I  had  e'er  provok'd  them  firft, 

Or  once  abus'd  my  Foe, 
Then  let  him  tread  my  Life  to  Duft, 
And  lay  mine  Honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  Malice  found  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  Eyes  $ 
I  fhould  not  dare  appeal  to  Thee, 
Nor  aik  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  Hand, 

Their  Pride  and  Pow'r  controulj 
Awake  to  Judgment,  and  command 
Deliv'rance  for  my  Soul. 
PAUSE. 

6  [Let  Sinners  and  their  wicked  Rage 

Be  humbled  to  the  Duft : 

Shall 


PSALM    VIII,  |3 

Shall  not  the  God  of  Truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  Juft  ? 

7  He  knows  the  Heart,  he  tries  the  Reins, 

He  will  defend  th'  Upright : 

His  (harped  Arrows  he  ordains 

Againft  the  Sons  of  Spite. 

8  For  me  their  Malice  digg'd  a  Pit, 

But  there  themfelves  are  cart  $ 
My  God  makes  ail  their  Mifchief slight 
On  their  ownfaeads  at  laft  ] 

9  That  cruel  perfecting  Race 

Muft  feel  his  dreadful  Sword  : 
Awake  my  Soul,  and  praife  the  Grace 
And  Juitice  of  the  Lord. 

P  S  A  L  M  8.    Short  Metre. 
G  0  Z)V  Sovereignty  and  Goodnefs  j  and  Man's  Do- 
minion o<ver  the  Creatures, 
i  /~\LORD,  our  heavenly  King, 

^     Thy  Name  is  all  Divine  ; 
Thy  Glories  round  the  Earth  are  fpread, 

And  o'er  the  Heav'ns  they  mine, 
z  When  to  thy  Works  on  high 

I  raife  my  wond'ring  Eyes, 
And  fee  the  Moon  complete  in  Light 

Adorn  the  darkfome  Skies. 

3  When  I  furvey  the  Stars, 
And  all  their  mining  Forms, 

Lord  what  is  Man,  that  worthlefs  Thing, 
Akin  to  Duit  and  Worms  ? 

4  Lord  what  is  worthlefs  Man, 
That  thou  mouldft  love  him  fo  ? 

Next  to  thine  Angels  is  he  plac'd, 
And  Lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  Honours  crown  his  Head, 
While  Beafts,  like  Slaves  obey, 

And  Birds  that  cut  the  Air  with  Wings, 
And  Fifh  that  cleave  the  Sea.   .  6  Ho\y 


14-  PSALM    VIII. 

6  How  rich  thy  Bounties  are! 
And  vAondYous  are  thy  Ways: 

Or  Duft  and  Worms  thy  Pow'r  can  frame 
A  Monument  of  Praife. 

7  [Out  of  the  Mouths  of  Babes 
And  Sucklings,  thou  canll  d>aw 

Surprizing  Honours  to  thy  Name, 
And  ftrike  the  World  with  Awe. 

8  O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King, 
Thy  Name  is  all  Divine: 

Thy  Glories  round  the  Eaith  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  Reav'ns  they  thine.] 

PSALM    8.     Common  Metre. 
Chrik'j  Con  Jefc  en/ion  and  Glorification  \  or,  GOD 
made  Man. 

1  ALORD,  our  God,  how  wcnd'rous  great 
^     Is  thine  exalted  Name  ! 
The  Glones  of  thy  heav'nly.fitate 
Let  Men  and  Babes  proclaim, 
a  When  I  behold  thy  Works  on  high, 
The  Moon  that  rules  the  Night, 
And  Stars  that  well  adorn  the  Sky, 
Thofe  moving  Worlds  of  Light ; 

3  Lord,  what  is  Man,  or  all  his  Race, 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
That  thou  fliouldfl:  vifit  him  with  Grace, 
And  love  his  Nature  fo  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  Form, 
Made  lower  than  his  Angels  are, 
To  fa  ire  a  dying  Worm. 

5  [Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  Earth  unknown, 

And  Men  would  not  adore, 
Th'  obedient  Seas  and  Filhes  own 
His  Godhead  and  his  Puw'r. 

6  The  Waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  Feet, 

And  Fifh  at  his  Command  Bring 


PSALM   vnr.  iS 

Bring  their  large  Shoals  to  Peter's  Net, 
Bring  Tribute  to  his  Hand. 
7  Thefe  leflcr  Glories  of  the  Son 

Shone  through  the  flefhly  Cloud  ; 
Now  we  behold  him  on  his  Throne, 
And  Men  confefs  him  God.] 
$  Let  him  be  crown'd  with  Majefty, 
Who  bow'd  his  Head  to  Death  ; 
And  be  his  Honours  founded  high, 
By  all  Things  that  have  Breath. 
9  Jesus,  our  Loid,  how  wondYous  great 
Is  .thine  exalted  Name ! 
The  Glories  of  thy  heav'nly  State 

Let  the  whole  Earth  proclaim. 
P  S  A  L  M  8.  v.  i,  ^.     Farapbrafed. 
Firll  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  Hofanna  of  the  Children j  or,  Infants  traijlng 

*,       GOD. 
j    A  LMIGKY  Ruler  of  the  Skies, 
**■  Thro1  thPfride  Earth  thy  Name  is  fpread, 
And  thine  eternal  Glories  rife 
O'er  all  the  Heav'ns  thy  Hands  have  made, 
a  To  Thee  the  Voices  of  the  Young  „ 

A  Monument  of  Honour  raife  ; 
And  Babes  with  uninftrucled  Tongue 
Declare  the  Wonders  of  thy  Praife. 

3  Thy  Power  rfTifts  their  tender  Age 

To  bring  proud  Rebels  to  the  Ground, 
To  ftill  the  bold  Blafyhemer's  Rage, 
And  all  their  Policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidil  thy  Temple  throng, 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  Face  ; 
The  Son  of  David,  is  their  Song  ; 
And  young  Hofa two's  fill  the  Piace. 

5  The  frowning  Scribes  and  angry  Priefls 
In  vain  their  impious  Cavils  bring  ; 
Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  Bieafts, 
While  Jenvifh  Babes  proclaim  their  Kiag\ 

PSALM 


14  P  L  A  L  M    IX. 

PSALM    8.  <v.  3,  &c.  Paraphrafed. 
Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Adam  and  Chrift,    lords  of  the  Old  and  1?t\ 

Creation, 
s  T   ORD,  what  was  Man,  when  made  at  fir 
*~*  Adam  the  Offspring  of  the  Duft, 
That  thou  fhouldft  fet  him  and  his  Race 
But  juft  below  an  Angel's  Place  ? 
a  That  thou  (houldft  raife  his  Nature  fo, 
And  make  him  Lord  of  all  below, 
Make  every  Beaft  and  Bird  fubmit, 
And  lay  the  Fifties  at  his  Feet? 

3  But,  O !  what  brighter  Glories  wait 
To  crown  the  Second  Adam's  State  t 
What  Honours  mall  thy  Son  adorn, 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ! 

4  See  him  below  .his  Angels  ma 
See  him  in  Duft  amongft  the " 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  World  fro 
But  he  mall  reign  with  Pow'r  divine. 

5  The  World  to  come  redeenrfd  from  all 
The  MisVies  that  attend  the  Fall, 
New  made,  and  glorious,  (hall  fubm.it, 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  Feet. 

P  S  A  L  M  9.     Fir/}  Part. 
Wrath  and  Mercy  from  the  Judgment  Seat, 
1  XYT  ITH  my  whole  Heart  I'll  raife  my  Song, 
*  *      Thy  Wonders  I'll  proclaim  : 
Thou  Sov'reign  Judge  or  Right  and  Wrong 
Wilt  put  my  Foes  to  Shame. 
3.  Til  fmg  thy  Majefty  and  Grace  j 
My  God  prepares  his  Throne, 
To  judge  the  World  in  Righteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  Vengeance  known. 
3  Then  mall  the  Lord  a  Refuge  prove 
For  all  the  Poor  oppreft  j 

To 


invSin  : 


* 


PSALM    IX;  \7 

To  fave  the  People  of  his  Love, 

And  give  the  Weary  Reft. 
The  Men  that  know  thy  Name,  will  truft 

In  thy  abundant  Grace  j 
For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  Juft, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  Face. 
I  Sing  Praifes  to  the  Righteous  Lord, 
Who  dwells  on  Zion's  Hill, 
Who  executes  his  threafning  Word, 
And  doth  his  Grace  fulfil. 

PSALM  9.  <z/.  12.     Second  Part, 
The  Wifdom  and  Equity  of  Providence. 
1  XKJ  HEN  the  great  Judge  fupreme  and  juft, 
*  *      Shall  once  enquire  for  Blood, 
The  humble  Souls  that  mourn  in  Duft, 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 
a  He  from  the  dreadful  Gates  of  Death 
Does  his  owjn  Children  raife ; 
In  Sion's  Gate's^with  chearful  Breath, 
They  fing  their  Father's  Praife. 

3  His  Foes  fnall  fall  with  heedlefs  Feet 

Into  the  Pit  they  made : 
And  Sinners  perim  in  the, Net 

That  their  own  Hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  Judgment,  mighty  God, 

Are  thy  deep  Counfels  known  ; 
When  Men  of  Mifchief  are  deftroy'd, 
The  Snare  muft  be  their  own. 
PAUSE. 

5  The  Wicked  (hall  fink  down  to  Hellj 

Thy  Wrath  devours  the  Lands 
That  dare  forget  Thee,  or  rebel 
Againft  thy  known  Commands. 

6  Tho'  Saints  to  fore  Diftrefs  are  brought, 

And  wait,  and  long  complain, 
Their  Cries  mall  not  be  ftill  forgot, 
Nor  (hall  their  Hopes  be  vain. 
?  [Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  Seat, 

To  judge  and  fave  the  Poor  j  Let 


w 


IS  P  S  A  L  M    X. 

Let  Nations  tremble  at  thy  Feet, 

And  Man  prevail  no  more. 
8  Thy  Thunder  mall  affright  the  Proud, 

And  put  their  Hearts  to  Pain,  ^ 

Make  'em  confef's  that  thou  art  God, 

And  they  but  feeble  Men.] 

PSALM     io. 
Prayer  heard,  and  Saints  fa<ved\  or,  Pridet 
Atbeifm  and  Opprejjion  punijhed. 
For  a  Humiliation  Day. 
H  Y  doth  the  Lord  ftand  off  fo  far  ? 
And  why  conceal  his  Face, 
When  great  Calamities  appear, 
And  Times  of  deep  Difrrefs  ? 
a  Lord,  (hall  the  Wicked  ftill  deride 
Thy  Juftice  and  thy  Power  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  Heads  in  Pride, 
And  itill  thy  Saints  devour? 
3  They  put  thy  Judgments  from  their  Sight, 
And  then  infult  the  Poor  ; 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  Height, 
That  they  mall  fall  no  more. 
Cf  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  Hand, 

Attend  our  humble  Cry  ;  , 

No  Enemy  fhali  dare  to  ftand, 
When  God  afcends  on  high. 
PAUSE. 

5  Why  do  the  Men  of  Malice  rage, 
•     And  fay,  with  foolifh  Pride, 

"  The  God  of  Heav'ns  will  ne'er  engage 
"  To  fight  on  ZionV  Side." 

6  But  thou  for  ever  art  our  Lord, 

And  powerful  is  thine  Hand, 
As  when  the  Heathen  felt  thy  Sword, 
And  perifiYd  from  thy  Land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  Hearts  to  pray, 

And  caufe  thine  Ear  to  hear 3 

He 


FSAIM    XL  i* 

He  hearkens  what  bis  Children  fay, 
And  pats  the  World  in  Fear. 

8  Proud  Tyrants  mall  no  more  opprefs, 
No  more  defpife  the  Juft  j 
A*d  mighty  Sinners  mall  confefe 
They  are  but  Earth  and  Duft. 

PSALMm.    Long  Metre. 

GOD  loves  the  Righteous,  and  bates  the  Wicked, 

t  V/T  Y  Refuge  is  the  God  of  Love, 
iVA  Why  do  my  Foes  infult,  and  cry, 
«'  Fly  like  a  timorous  trembling  Dove, 
"  To  diftant  Woods  or  Mountains  fiyP 

a  If  Government  be  all  deftroy'd, 
(1rhat  firm  Foundation  of  our  Peace) 
And  Violence  makes  Juftice  void, 
Where  (hall  the  Righteous  feek  Redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in  Heaven  has  fix'd  his  Throne, 
His  Eye  furveys  the  World  below ; 

To  him  all  mortal  Things  are  known, 
His  Eye-lids  fearch  our  Spirits  through. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  Saints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  Love,  and  try  their  Grace, 
What  may  the  bold  TranfgrefTors  fear? 
His  very  Soul  abhors  their  Ways. 

5  On  impious  Wretches  he  mall  rain 
Tempefts  of  Brimftone,  Fire  and  Death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  Plain 

Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  Breath. 

5  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  Souls, 
Whofe  Thoughts  and  Aclionsarefmcere  % 
And  with  a  gracious  Eye  beholds 
The  Men  that  his  own  Image  bear. 

B  PSALM 


4&  PSALM    XII. 

P  8  A  L  M  12.    Long  Metre. 


The  Saints  Safety  and  Hope  in  evil  Times ;  or,  Sins 
of  the  Tongue  complained  of,  viz.  Blafpbemy, 
Faljhood,  Sec. 

i  T    ORD,  if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear, 
•L/  Virtue  and  Truth  will  fly  away  $ 
A  faithful  Man  amongft  us  here 
Will  fcarce  be  found,  if  thou  delay. 

*  The  whole  Difcourfe  when  Neighbour!  meet, 
Is  ftli'd  with  Trifles  loofe  and  vain  j 
Their  Lips  are  FlattYy  and  Deceit, 
And  their  proud  Language  is  profane. 

3  But  Lips  that  with  Deceit  abound 
Shall  not  maintain  their  Triumph  long  j 
The  God  of  Vengeance  will  confound 
The  flatt'ring  and  blafpheming  Tongue. 

4.  <l  Yet  /ball  our  Words  be  free,  they  cry  ; 
"  Our  Tongues  Jb all  be  controufd  by  none  : 
"  Where  is  the  Lord  ivill  afk  us  why  P 
<c  Or,  fay,  our  Lips  are  not  our  own?" 

5  The  Lord  who  fees  the  Poor  oppreft, 
And  hears  tb'  Oppreffor's  haughty  Strain, 
Will  rife  to  g'ne  his  Children  Reft, 

Nor  fhall  they  truft  his  Word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  Word,  O  Lord,  tho' often  try 'd, 
Void  of  Deceit  fhall  dill  appear  ; 
Not  Silver  feven  Times  purify 'd 

From  Drofs  and  Mixture  fliines  fo  clear. 

7  Thy  Grace  fhall  in  the  darkeft  Hour 
Defend  the  holy  Soul  from  Harm  } 
Tho1  when  the  vileft  Men  have  Power, 
On  ev'ry  Side  will  Sinners  twarm. 

PSALM 


PS  ALM    XII.  n 

PSALM   T2.    Common  Metre. 
Complaint  of  a  general  Corruption  of  Manners ;  ofV 
The  Promife  and  Signs  of  CHRIS  T\f  coming  to 
Judgment. 
i  rjELP,  Lord,  for  Men  of  Virtue  fail, 
*■"■•    Religion  lofes  Ground  ; 
The  Sons  of  Violence  prevail, 
And  Treacheries  abound. 
2,  Their  Oaths  and  Promifes  they  break, 
Yet  aft  the  Flatterer's  Part; 
With  fair  deceitful  Lips  they  fpeak, 
And  with  a  double  Heart. 
3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  Lye,  ' 
How  is  their  Fury  ftirr'd  ? 
"  Are  notour  Lips  our  own,  they  cry, 
( l  And  <wbo  /ball  be  our  Lord  & 
4.  Scoffers  appear  on  every  Side, 
Where  a  vile  Race  of  Men 
Is  rais'd  to  Seats  of  Pow'r  and  Prides 
And  bears  the  Sword  in  vain. 
PAUSE. 

5  Lord,  when  Iniquities  abound, 

And  Blafphemy  grows  bold, 
When  Faith  is  hardly  to  be  found, 
And  Love  is  waxen  cold  j 

6  Is  not  thy  Chariot  haft'ning  on  5 

Haft  thou  not  giv'n  this  Sign  j 
May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  Promife  fo  divine  ? 

7  "  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 

"  And  make  Oppreftors  flee  ; 

M  I  (hall  appear  to  their  Surprize, 

"  And  let  my  Servants  free* 

8  Thy  Word,  like  Silver  feven  Times  try'd3 

Thro1  Ages  (hall  endure ; 
Then  Men  \hat  in  thy  Truth  cennde, 
Shall  find  the  Promife  fure. 

Bs  PSALM 


»*  P  S  A  L  m    xnr. 

PSALM    13.    Long  Metre. 
Pleading  with  GOD  under  Defertion ;  or,  Hope 

in  Darknefs. 
-*  TTOWlong,  O  Lord!  fhall  I  complain, 

"  Like  one  that  feeks  his  God  in  vain. 

Canft  thou  thy  Face  for  ever  hide  ? 

And  I  ftill  pray  and  be  deny'd? 
a  Shall  I  for  ever  be  forgot, 

As  one  whom  thou  regaideft  not  ? 

Still  mall  my  Soul  thine  Abfence  mourn  ? 

And  ftill  defpair  of  thy  Return? 

3  How  long  (hall  my  poor  troubled  Breaft 
Be  with  thefe  anxious  Thoughts  oppreft, 
And  Satsn,  my  malicious  Foe, 
Rejoice  to  fee  me  funk  fo  low  ? 

4  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant  me  quick  Relief, 
Before  my  Death  conclude  my  Grief ; 

If  thou  with  hold  thy  heav'nly  Light, 
I  fleep  in  everlafting  Night. 

5  How  will  the  Pow'rs  of  Darknefs  boaft, 
If  but  one  praying  Soul  be  loft  ? 

But  I  have  trultcd  in  thy  Grace, 
And  mall  again  behold  thy  Face. 

6  Whate'er  my  Fears  or  Foes  fuggeft, 
Thou  art  my  Hope,  my  Joy,  my  Reft, 
My  Heart  (hall  feel  thy  Love,  and  raife 
My  chearful  Voice  to  Songs  of  Praife. 

PSALM    13.    Common  Metre. 
Complaints   under  Temptations  of  the  Devil, 
s  TT  O  W  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  Face  ? 
"    My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  mail  I  feel  thofe  heavenly  Rays 
That  chace  my  Fears  away  ? 
a  How  long  ftnll  my  poor  lab'ring  Soul 
Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  Word  can  all  my  Foes  controuL, 
And  eafe  my  rrging  Pain.  3  See 


PSALM    XIV,  %i 

3  See  how  the  Prince  of  Darknefs  trie* 

All  his  malicious  Arts, 
He  fpreads  a  Mill  around  my  Eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  Darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  Sun,  and  thou  my  Shield, 

My  Soul  in  Safety  keep; 
Make  Hafte  before  mine  Eyes  are  feal'd 
In  Death's  eternal  Sleep. 

5  How  would  the  Tempter  boaft  aloud 

If  I  became  his  Prey  ! 
Behold  the  Sons  of  Hell  grow  proud 
At  thy  fo  long  Delay. 
C  But  they  mall  fly  at  thy  Rebuke, 
And  Satan  hide  his  Head ; 
He  knows  the  Terrors  of  thy  Look? 
And  hears  thy  Voice  with  Dread. 
7  Thou  wiltdifplay  that  fov'reign  Grace^ 
Where  all  my  Hopes  have  hung  j 
I  mall  employ  my  Lips  in  Praife, 
And  Vi&'ry  fhall  be  fung. 

PSALM14,    Firji fPart. 

By  Nature  all  Men  are  Sinners, 
3.  T7  O  O  L  S  in  their  Hearts  believe  and  fay> 
r     "  That  all  Religion's  vain, 
'*  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 
"  Or  minds  th'  Affairs  of  Men." 
a  From  Thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  prophane 
Corrupt  Difcourfe  proceeds ; 
And  in  their  impious  Hands  are  found 
Abominable  Deeds. 

3  The  Lord  from  his  Celeftial  Throne 

Look'd  down  on  Things  below, 
To  find  the  Man  that  fought  his  Grace* 
Or  did  his  Juftice  know, 

4  By  Nature  all  are  gone  aftrayy 

Their  Pra&ice  ajl  the  fame  $ 

B  .3,  There's 


74  PSALM    XV, 

There's  none,  that  fears  his  Maker's  Hand, 
There's  none  that  loves  his  Name. 

5  Their  Tongues  are  usd  to  fpeak  Deceit, 

Their  Slanders  never  ceafe  5 
How  fwift  to  Mifchief  ace  their  Feet  j 
Nor  know  the  Paths  of  Peace. 

6  Such  Seeds  of  Sin  (that  bitter  Root) 

In  ev'ry  Heart  are  found  j 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  Fruit, 
Till  Grace  refine  the  Ground. 

PSALM    14.    Second  Part. 

The  Folly  of  Perftcutors. 
l    A  RE  Sinners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
•**•     That  they  the  Saints  devour  ? 
And  never  worfhip  at  thy  Throne, 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  Power  ? 
a  Great  God,  appear  to  their  Surprize, 
Reveal  thy  dreadful  Name  j 
Let  them  no  more  thy  Wrath  defpifc, 
Nor  turn  our  Hope  to  Shame. 

3  Dolt  thou  not  dwell  among  the  Juft, 

And  yet  our  Foes  deride, 
That  we  mould  make  thy  Name  our  Trull: 
Great  God,  confound  their  Pride. 

4  O  that  the  joyful  Day  were  come 

To  finifh  our  Diilrefs ! 
When  God  mall  bring  his  Children  home, 
Our  SoBgs  {hall  neter  ceafe. 

PSALM   15.    Common  Metre. 

Characters  of  a  Saint  \  or ,  a  Citizen  of  Zion  j  or, 

The  Qualifications  of  aChriftian. 

3  v/HO  flia1'1  iilhabit  in  thy  Hill, 

vv      O  God  of  Holinefs  > 
Whom  will  the  Lord  adm:t  to  dwell 
So  near  his  Throne  of  Grace  ? 

%  That 


PSALM    XV,  z$ 

a  That  Man  that  walks  in  pious  Ways, 
And  works  with  righteous  Hands  j 
That  trufts  his  Maker's  Promifes, 
And  follows  his  Commands. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  Meaning  of  his  Heart, 

Nor  flanders  with  his  Tongue  ; 

Will  fcarce  believe  an  ill  Report, 

Nor  do  his  Neighbour  Wrong. 

4  The  wealthy  Sinner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord ; 
And  tho'  to  his  own  Hurt  he  fwears, 
Still  he  performs  his  Word, 

5  His  Hands  difdain  a  Golden  Bribe, 

And  never  gripe  the  Poor. 
This  Man  mall  dwell  with  God  on  Earth, 
And  find  his  Heav'n  fecure. 

PSALM   15.    Long  Metre. 

Religion  and  Jufitce,  Goodnefs  and  Truth  ;  or,  Du- 
ties to  God  and  Man  5  or,  The  S^ualxficatiom  of 
a  Chriftian. 

1  W7HO  mail  afcend  thy  heav'nly  Place, 
vv    Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  Face? 
The  Man  that  minds  Religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 

%  Whofe  Hands  are  pure,  whofe  Heart  is  clean  j 
Whofe  Lips  ftill  fpeak  the  Thing  they  mean } 
No  Slanders  dwell  upon  his  Tongue  ; 
He  hates  to  do  his  Neighbour  Wrong, 

3  [Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  Report, 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  f^ighbour's  Hurt: 
Sinners  of  State  he  can  defpife, 
But  Saints  are  honour' d  in  his  Eyes.] 

4.  [Firm  to  his  Word  he  ever  flood, 
And  always  makes  his  Promifegood  : 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  Thing  he  fwears, 
Whatever  Pain  or  Lofs  he  bears.] 

B*  5  He 


»6  psaim  xvr. 

5  [He  never  deals  in  bribing  Gold, 

And  mourns  that  Juftice  fhould  be  fold : 
While  others  gripe  and  grind  the  Poor, 
Sweet  Charity  attends  his  Door.] 

6  He  loves  his  Enemies,  and  prays 
For  thofe  that  curie  him  to  his  Face: 
And  doth  to  ail  Men  ftill  the  fame 
That  he  would  hope  or  wifh  from  them. 

7  Yet,  when  his  holieft  Works  are  done, 
His  Soul  depends  on  Grace  alone  j 
This  is  the  Man  thy  Face  mail  fee, 
And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  Thee. 

PSALM   16.    Firji  Part.   Long  Metre. 
Confefiion  qf  our  Poverty  j  and  Saints  the  beft  Com* 

fany,  or,  Good  Works  profit  Men,  not  GOD. 
i  pRESERVE  me,  Lord,  in  Time  of  Need, 

•*■      For  Succour  to  thy  Throne  I  flee ; 

But  have  no  Merits  there  to  plead, 

My  Goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  Thee. 
i  Oft  have  my  Heart  and  Tongue  confeit, 

How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am ; 

My  Praife  can  never  make  thee  blefr, 

Nor  add  new  Glories  to  thy  Name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  Saints  on  Earth  may  reap 
Some  Profit  by  the  Good  we  do ; 

Thefe  are  the  Company  I  keep, 
Thefe  are  the  choiceft  Friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  cbufe  the  Sons  of  Mirth, 
To  give  a  Relifti  to  their  Wine  5 

I  love  the  Men  of  heav'nly  Birth, 

Whofe  Thoughts  and  Language  are  divine. 

PSALM  16.    Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 
ChriftV  All-futfiriency. 
OWfaft  their  Guiit  and  Sorrows  rife, 
Who  hafte  to  feek  forne  Idol-God  ! 
I  will  not  tafie  their  Sacrifice, 
Their  OfTrings  of  forbidden  Blood.         a  My 


H 


F  $  A  L*  M  XVf.  a^ 

z  My  GOD  provides  a  richer  Cup  5 
And  nobler  Food  to  live  upon  j 
He  for  my  Life  has  offer'd  up 
JESUS  his  belt- beloved  Son. 

3  His  Love  is  my  perpetual  Feaftj 

By  Day  his  Counfels  guide  me  right  5 
And  be  his  Name  for  ever  bleft, 
Who  gives  me  fweet  Advice  by  Night. 

4  I  fet  him  ftill  before  mine  Eyes ; 

At  my  Right-Hand  he  Hands  prepar'd,. 
To  keep  my  Soul  from  all  Surprize, 
And  be  my  everlafting  Guard. 

PSALM    16.     Third  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Courage  in  Death,  and  Hope  in  the  RefurreSfion. 
j   H/HEN  GOD  is  nigh,  my  Faith  is  ftrong^ 
vv      His  Arm  is  ray  Almighty  Prop  : 

Be  glad,  my  Heart,  rejojce  my  Tongue, 

My  dying  Flefti  mall  reft  in  Hope, 
a  Though  in  the  Duft  I  lay  my  Head, 

Yet,  gracious  GOD,  thou  wilt  not  leaver 

My  Soul  for  ever  with  the  Dead, 

Nor  lofe  thy  Children  in  the  Grave. 

3  My  Flefh  fhall  thy  firft  Call  obey, 
Shake  off  the  Duft,  and  rife  on  high  ; 
Then  malt  thou  lead  the  wondrous  Way 
Up  to  thy  Throne  above  the  Sky. 

4  There  Streams  of  endlefs  Pieafure  flow, 
And  full  Difcov'ries  of  thy  Grace, 
(Which  we  but  tafted  here  below) 
Spread  heav'nly  Joys  thro'  all  the  Place. 

PSALM  1 6.i/.  \-%.FirftTart.  Common  Metre, 
Support  and  Counfel  from  GOD  without  Merit* 
i  CAVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  every  Foe3 
Q    In  Thee  my  Truft  I  place; 
Though  all  the  Good  that  I  can  do 
Can.  ne'er  deferve  thy  Grace  j 

0  5.  a -Ye* 


.1  PSALM    XVL    . 

t  Yet  if  ray  G  O  D  prolong  my  Breath, 
The  Saints  may  profit  by't  j 
The  Saints  the  Glory  of  the  Earth, 
The  Men  of  my  Delight. 
.   Let  Heathens  to  their  Idols  hafte, 
And  worfhip  Wood  or  Stone 5 
But  my  delightful  Lot  is  caft 

Where  the  true  G  O D  is  known. 
,:  His  Hand  provides  my  conftant  Food, 
He  fills  my  daily  Cup  ; 
Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  Good, 
But  more  rejoice  in  Hope. 
5  GOD  is  my  Portion  and  my  Joy  j 
His  Counfels  are  my  Light  : 
He  gives  me  fw  eet  Advice  by  Day, 
And  gentle  Hints  by  Night. 
'  My  Soul  would  all  her  Thoughts  approve 
To  his  all-feeing  Eye  j 
Not  Death  nor  Hell  my  Hope  fhall  move 
While  fuch  a  Friend  is  nigh. 

V  S  A  L  M    16.    Stcond  Part.     Common  Metre, 

The  Death  and  Re  fur  red  ion  of  Chrift. 
2  "  J  Set  the  Lord  before  my  Face, 
■*  "  He  bears  my  Courage  up  : 
"  My  Heart  and  Tongue  their  Joys  exprefs, 
"  My  Flefh  fh-.Il  reit  in  Hope. 

2  *'  My  Spirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  hot  leave 

"  Where  Souls  departed  are  ; 
«*  Nor  quit  my  Body  to  the  Grave 
"  To  fee  Corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wik  reveal  the  Path  of  Lffe, 

*«  And  raife  me  to  thy  Throne  : 
"  Thy  Cours  immortal  Pleaiure  give, 
"  Thy  Presence  Joys  unknown." 
4.  [1  litis  in  the  Name  ot  Chrift,  the  Lcfd, 
The  holy  David  fang, 

And 


PSALM    XVII,  «3f 

And  Providence  fulfils  the  Word 
Of  his  prophetick  Tongue. 

5  Jefus,  whom  every  Saint  adores, 

Was  crucify'd  and  flain  j 
Behold  the  Tomb  its  Prey  reftores, 
Behold  he  lives  again. 

6  When  fhall  my  Feet  arife  and  ftand 

On  Heav'n's  eternal  Hills  ? 
There  fits  the  Son  at  GOD's  Right-hand, 

And  there  the  Father  fmiles  ] 
PSALMiy.  v.  13,  &c.    Short  Metre. 
Portion  of  Saints  and  Sinners  j  or,  Hope  and  De- 

fpair  in  Death. 
j    ARISE,  my  gracious  GOD, 
**•     And  make  the  Wicked  flee  i 
They  are  but  thy  chaftifing  Rod 
To  drive  thy  Saints  to  Thee, 
a  Behold  the  Sinner  dies, 

His  haughty  Words  are  vain ; 
Here  in  this  Life  his  Pleafure  liesJ? 
And  all  beyond  is  Pain. 
3  Then  let  his  Pride  advance, 
And  boaft  of  all  his  Store j 
The  Lord  is  my  Inheritance, 
My  Soul  can  v»ifh  no  more. 
4.  1  fhall  behold  the  Face 

Of  my  forgiving  GOD: 
And  ftand  compleat  in  Righteoufhefs> 
Wafii'd  in  my  Saviour's  Blood. 
5  There's  a  new  Heav'n  begun 
When  I  awake  from  Death, 
Dreft  in  the  Likenefs  of  thy  Son>; 
And  draw  immortal  Breath. 

PSALM   j  7.    Long  Metre. 
Ihe  Sinner**  Portion,  and  Saint's  Hope  j    or,  Th'g: 

Heaven  of  fepar ate  Souls,  and  the  Refurrefiion, 

j:  TOR'D,  1  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 

**  My  Faith,  my  Patience,  and  my  Love  y 

3  k  Wnen 


3*  PSALM    XVIII. 

When  Men  of  Spite  againft  me  pin. 
They  are  the  Sword,  the  Hand  is  thine, 

2  Their  Hope  and  Portion  lie  below  j 
'Tis  all  the  Happinels  they  know  j 

'  Tis  all  they  feek  ;  they  take  their  Shares, 
And  leave  the  relt  among  their  Heirs. 

3  What  Sinners  .value,  I  refign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mirre  : 
I  (lull  behold  thy  hiifsful  Face, 

And  Hand  compleat  in  Righteoufheis. 

4  This  Life's  a  Dream,  an  empty  Show; 
But  the  bright  World,  to  which  i  go, 
Hath  Joys  lubitantial  and  fincere  ; 
When  mail  I  wake,  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  Hour  !  O  bleft  Abode  ! 

1  mall  be  near,  and  like  my  GOD; 
And  Flefii  and  Sin  no  more  controul 
The  facred  Pleafures  of  the.  Soul. 

6  My  Flefti  (hall  {lumber  in  the  Ground, 
Till  the  laft  Trumpet's  joyful  Sound  j 
Then  burft  the  Chains  with  fweet  Surprize, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  Image  rife. 

PSALM    j8.     FirJiPart. 

Long  Metre.    <v.  i~~6,  15—  -i& 

Deliverance  from  Defpatr  j  or,   Temptations  cvtr* 

come. 
i  /pHEE  will  1  love,  O  Lord,  my  Strength, 
■*-    My  Rock,  my  Tow'r,  my  high  Defence  j 
Thy  mighty  Arm  (hall  be  my  Truft, 
For  I  have  found  Salvation  thence. 
a  Death,  and  the  Terrors  of  the  Grave, 
Stood  round  m«e  with  their  difmal  Shade  j 
While  Floods  of  high  Temptations  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  Soul  afraid. 
9  I  law  the  op'ning  Gates  of  Hell, 

With  endlefs  Pains  and  Sorrows  there. 


(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
Vfb»J«  I  wai  byrry'cl.to  dtfpair,  4 


In 


PSALM    XVHI.  3* 

4.  In  my  Diftrefs  I  eall'd  my  GOD, 
When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine i 
He  bowd  his  Ear  to  ray  Com  plaint  j, 
Then  did  his  Grace  appear  divine. 

5  [With  Speed  he  flew  to  my  Relief, 
As  on  a  Cherub's  Wing  he  rode ; 
Awful  and  bright  as  Lightning  flione 
The  Face  of  my  Detiv'rer  GOD, 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  Pvebuke, 
The  Blaft  of  his  Almighty  Breath  j 
He  fent  Salvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  Deeps  of  Death,] 

7  Great  were  ray  Fears,  ray  Foes  were  great, 
Much  was  their  Strength,  and  more  their  Rage  i 
But  ChriJ},  my  Lord,  is  ConquYor  (till 

In  all  the  Wars  that  Devils  wage. 
S  My  Song  for  ever  (hall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  Hour; 
And  give  the  Glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  Mercy  and  his  Power. 

PSALM    1 3.    Second  Part, 

<v,  ao—26.    Long  Metre. 
Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 
1  T   OR D,  thou  haft  feen  my  Soul  fiftcere^ 
^  Haft  made  thy  Truth  and  Love  appear  5 
Before  mine  Eyes  I  fet  thy  Laws, 
And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  Caufe, 
%  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  Ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  Face ; 
Or  if  my  Feet  did  e'er  depart, 
'Twas  never  with  a  wicked  Heart. 

3  What  fore  Temptations  broke  my  Reft  ? 
What  Wars  and  Strugglings  in  my  Breaft  ! 
But  thro1  thy  Grace  that  reigns  within 

I  guard  againft  my  darling  Sin. 

4  That  Sin  "that  clo(e  Defers  me  (till, 
That  work*  a»«Uirives- againft  my  Will ; 

When 


'J 


3*  PSALM    XVIII. 

When  (hall  thy  Spirit's  Sovereign  Pow'r 
Deftroy  it  that  it  rife  no  more  ? 

5  With  an  impartial  Hand  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  Mortals  their  Reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  Soul  (hall  find 
A  G  O  D  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  The  Juft  and  Pure  (hall  ever  fay, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they: 
And  Men  that  love  Revenge,  (hall  know, 
GOD  hath  an  Arm  of  Vengeance  too. 

PSALM    1 8.     Third  Part. 
Long  Metre,  <v.  30,  31,  34.,  35,  46.  &c. 
Rejoicing  in  GO  D  ;  or,  Salvation  and  Triumph, 
U  S  T  are  thy  Ways,  and  true  thy  Word, 
Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  Abude : 
Who  is  a  GOD  befide  the  Lord  ? 
Or  where's  a  Refuge  like  our  GOD? 
a    Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  Might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  Sword  to  wield  : 
And  while  with  Sin  and  Hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  Salvation  for  my  Shield. 
-  He  lives  (and  bleffed  be  my  Rock) 
The  G  O  D  of  my  Salvation  lives, 
The  dark  Defigns  of  Hell  are  b.  oke  j 
Sweet  is  the  Peace  my  Father  gives. 
a  Before  the  Scoffers  of  the  Age 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  Name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  Rage, 
But  meet  Reproach,  and  bear  the  Shame, 
r  To  David  and  his  Royal  Seed 
Thy  Grace  for  ever  (hall  extend  ; 
Thy  Love  to  Saints  in  Chrift  their  Head, 
Knows  not  a  Limit,  nor  an  End. 

PSALM    t8.    Fir/}  Part.  Common  Metre, 

ViBory  and  Triumph  ever  Temporal  Enemies. 
1  VX7  E  love  Thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 
*y     Now  is  thine.  Arm  teveard* 

Thoi* 


PSALM    XVIIL  33 

Thou  art  our  Strength,  our  heav'nly  Tow'r, 
Our  Bulwask  and  our  Shield. 
a  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 
And  find  a  Cure  Defence  5 
His  holy  Name  our  Lips  invoke, 
And  draw  Salvation  thence. 

3  When  GOD,  our  Leader,  mines  in  Arms, 

What  mortal  Heart  can  bear 
The  Thunder  of  his  loud  Alarms  ? 
The  Lightning  of  his  Spear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  Wind, 

And  Angels  in  Array, 
In  Millions  wait  to  know  his  Mind, 
And  fwift  as  Flames  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  Rebuke 

Whole  Armies  are  difmay'd  ; 
His  Voice,  his  Frown,  his  angry  Look,. 
Strikes  all  their  Courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  Gen'rals  for  the  Field, 

With  all  their  dreadful  Skill ; 
Gives  them  his  awful  Sword  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  Hearts  of  Steel. 

7  [He  arms  our  Captains  to  the  Fight, 

(Thon  there  his  Name's  forgot) 
He  girded  Cyrus  with  his  Might, 

But  Cyrus  knew  him  not. 
t  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  Nations  bleft, 

For  his  own  Church's  Sake  ; 
The  Pow?r&  that  give  his  People  Reft, 

Shall  of  his  Care  partake.] 

t  S  A  L  M   i$.    Second  Part,    Common  Metre* 

Tin  Conquiror*s  Song, 

I  ^PO  thine  Almighty  Arm  we  owe 
x      The  Triumph  of  the  Day  j 
Thy  Tetrors,  Lord,  confound  the  Fee, 
And  m elt-t heir  Strength  away, 

»Tis 


34 


PSALM    XIX. 


a  'Tisby  thine  Aid  our  Troops  prevail, 
And  break  united  Pow'rs, 
Or  burn  their  boatted  Fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudeft  of  their  Tow'rs. 
3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  thro'  the  Fidd, 
And  trod  them  to  the  Ground  j 
While  thy  Salvation  was  our  Shield, 
But  they  no  Shelter  found  ! 
4.  In  vain  to  idle  Saints  they  cry, 
And  perifh  in  their  Blood  ; 
Where  is  a  Rock  lb  great,  To  high, 
So  powerful  as  our  GOD? 

5  The  Rock  of  Ifrael  ever  lives, 

His  Name  be  ever  bleit  ; 
'Tis  his  own  Arm  the  VicTry  gives, 
And  gives  his  People  Reft. 

6  On  Kings  that  reign  as  David  did, 

He  pours  his  Bleflings  down  ; 
Secures  their  Honours  to  their  Seed, 
And  well  fupports  the  Crown. 


B 


P  S  A  L  M  i?.     Fir/I  Part.    Short  Metre* 
The  Book  of  Nature  and  of  Scripture, 
E  H  O  L  D  the  lofty  Sky 
Declares  its  Maker  GOD, 
And  all  his  ftarry  Works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  Pow'r  abroad, 
a  The  Darknefs  and  the  Light 

Still  keep  their  Courfe  the  fame  ; 
While  Night  to  Day,  and  Day  to  Night- 
Divinely  teach  his  Name. 
I  In  ev'ry  diftYcnt  Land 

Their  gen'ral  Voice  is  known  j 
They  fhew  the  Wonders  of  his  Hand, 
And  Orders  of  his  Throne. 
4  Ye  Britifb  Lands  rejoice, 

Here  h-:  repeals  his  Word, 
We  are  not'left  to  Nature's  Voice 
'Xo  bid  us  know  tlie  Lord.  5  Hi*- 


J»  S  A  L  M    XIX,  $5 

5  His  Statutes  and  Commands, 

Are  fet  before  our  Eyes, 
He  put  his  Gofpei  in  our  Hands, 
Where  our  Salvation  lies. 

6  His  Laws  are  |uft  and  pure, 

His  Truth  without  Deceit, 
His  Promifes  for  ever  fure, 
And  his  Rewards  are  great, 

7  [Not  Honey  to  the  Tafte 

Affords  fo  mush  Delight, 
Nor  Gold  that  has  the  Furnace  paft, 
So  much  allures  the  Sight. 
I  While  of  thy  Works  I  fing, 
Thy  Glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  Praife,  my  G  O  D,  my  King, 
In  my  Redeemer's  Name.} 

PSALM   19.    Second  Part,    Short  Metre. 

GOD's  Word  mojf  excellent;    or,    Sincerity  and 
Watebfulnefs. 
For  a  Lord's  Day  Morning. 
i  t>EHOLD  the  Morning  Sun 
iJ   Begins  his  glorious  Way  j 
His  Beams  thro'  all  the  Nations  run, 
And  Life  and  Light  convey. 
*  But  where  the  Gofpei  comes, 
It  fpreads  diviner  Light, 
It  calls  dead  Sinners  from  their  Tombs, 
And  gives  the  Blind  their  Sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  Word  ! 

And  all  thy  Judgments  juft ; 
For  ever  fure  thy  Promife,  Lord, 
And  Men  fecurely  truft. 

4  My  gracious  GOD,  how  plain 

Are  thy  Directions  giv'n  \ 
O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  Path  to  Heav*a. 

PAUSE. 


H  PSALM    XIX. 

PAUSE. 
I  I  hear  thy  Word  with  Love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey  j 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  left  I  ftray. 
■C  O  who  can  ever  find 

The  Errors  of  his  Ways  ? 
Vet  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  Mind 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  Sin  5 

Forgive  my  fecret  Faults, 
And  cleanfe  this  guilty  Soul  of  mine, 
Whofe  Crimes  exceed  my  Thoughts. 

8  While  with  my  Heart  and  Tongue 

I  fpread  thy  Praife  abroad  j 
Accept  the  Wormip  and  the  Song, 
My  Saviour  and  my  GOD^ 

PSALM    19.  Long  Metre. 
The  Books  of  Nature  and  of  Scripture  compared  \  or, 

'The  Glory  and  Succefs  of  the  Gofpel. 
j  HP  H  E  Heav'ns  declare  thy  Glory,  Lord, 
*      In  evVy  Star  thy  Wifdom  mines : 
But  when  our  Eyes  behold  thy  Word, 
We  read  thy  Name  in  fairer  Lines. 
a  The  rolling  Sun,  the  changing  Light, 
And  Nights  and  Days  thy  Pow'r  confefs  j 
But  the  bleft  Volume  thou  haft  writ 
Reveals  thy  Juftice  and  thy  Grace. 

3  Sun,  Moon  and  Stars,  convey  thy  Praife 
Round  the  whole  Earth,  and  never  ftand  : 
So  when  thy  Truth  begun  its  Race, 

It  touch'd,  and  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  Land. 

4  Nor  (hall  thy  fpread ing  Gofpel  reft 

Till  thro'  the  World  thy  Truth  has  run  j 
Till  Chrift  has  all  the  Nations  bleft 
That  fee  the  Light,  or  feel  the  Sun. 

5  Great 


PSALM    XIX.  37 

5  Great-jEtaB  of  Righteoufnefs,  arife, 
Blefs  the  dark  World  with  heav'nly  Light  j 
Thy  Gofpel  makes  the  Simple  wife  ; 
Thy  Laws  are  pure,  thy  Judgments  right, 

5  Thy  nobleft  Wonders  here  we  view 
In  Souls  renew'd,   and  Sins  forgiv'n  : 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  Sins,  my  Soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  Word  my  Guide  to  Heav'n. 

PSALM  19.  To  the  Tune  of  the  113th  Pfalrm 

The  Book  of  Nature  and  Scripture. 
3  /"*Reat  God,  the  Heav'n's  wellorder'd  Frame 
V  Declares  the  Glories  of  thy  Name : 

There  thy  rich  Works  of  Wonder  fhiiie/ 
A  thoufand  Harry  Beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  Marks  appear 
Of  boundlefs  Pow'r,  and  Skill  divine, 
a  From  Night  to  Day,  from  Day  to  Night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  Light, 

Lectures  of  heav'nly  Wifdom  read  3 
With  filent  Eloquence  they  raife 
Our  Thoughts  to  our  Creator's  Praife, 
And  neither  Sound  nor  Language  need, 

3  Yet  their  divine  Inftructions  run 
Far  as  the  Journeys  of  the  Sun, 

And  every  Nation  knows  their  Voice  : 
The  Sun,  like  fome  young  Bridegroom  dreft. 
Breaks  from  the  Chambers  of  the  Eaft, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  Earth  rejoice,, 

4  Where  e'er  he  fpreads  his  Beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles,  and  (peaks  his  Maker  GOD; 

All  Nature  joins  to  (hew  thy  Praife  : 
Thus  GODin  every  Creature  mines  j 
Fair  is  the  Book  of  Nature's  Lines, 

But  fairer  i«  the  Book  of  Grace. 
PAUSE. 

5  I  love  the  Volumes  of  thy  Word  y 
What  Light  and  Joy  thofe  Leaves  afford 

To  Souls  benighted  and  diftreft  1  Thy 


3S  PSALM    XX. 

Thy  Precepts  guide  my  doubtful  Way, 
Thy  Fear  forbears  my  Feet  to  ftray, 
Thy  Promife  leads  my  Heart  to  Reft. 

6  From  the  DifcovVies  ot  thv  Law 
The  perfect  Rules  of  Life  I  draw  j 

Thefe  are  my  Study  and  Delight  j 
Not  Honey  fo  invites  the  Tafte, 
Nor  Gold  that  hath  the  Furnace  paft, 

Appears  fo  pleating  to  the  Sight. 

7  Thy  Threat'nings  wake  my  ftumb'ring  Eyes> 
And  warn  me  where  my  Danger  lies  j 

But  'tis  thy  blefled  Gofpel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  Confcience  clean, 
Converts  my  Soul,  fubdues  my  Sin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  Reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  Errors  of  his  Thoughts  ? 
My  GOD,  forgive  my  fecret Faults, 

And  from  prefumptuous  Sins  reftrain } 
Accept  my  poor  Attempts  of  Praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  Book  of  Grace, 

And  Book  of  Nature  not  in  vain. 

PSALM    20. 
Prayer  and  Hope  of  Victory, 

For  a  Day  of  Prayer  in  Time  of  War. 

ifJOW  may  the  G  O  D  of  Pow'r  and  Grace 
"•-^     Attend  his  People's  humble  Cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  IjYel  prays, 
And  brings  Deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

a  The  Name  of  Jacobs  GOD  defends 
Better  than  Shields  or  brazen  Walls  j 
He  from  his  Sanctuary  fends 
Succour  and  Strength  when  Zion  calls. 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  Sighs, 
His  Love  exceeds  our  beft  Deferts  j 
His  Love  accepts  the  Sacrifice 
Of  humble  Groans  and  broken  Hearts. 

4  In 


PS  ALM    XXI,  %* 

4  In  his  Salvation  is  our  Hope, 

And  in  the  Name  or  ■I/r'el's  GOD, 
Our  Treops  mall  lift  their  Banners  up, 
Our  Navies  fpread  their  Flags  abroad. 

5  Some  truft  in  Horfes  train'd  for  War, 
And  fome  in  Chariots  make  their  Boafts  j 
Our  fureft  Expeditions  are 

Jjrom  Thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  Hofts. 

6  [O  may  the  Mem'ry  of  thy  Name 
Infpire  our  Armies  for  the  Fight ! 
Our  Foes  (hall  fall  and  die  with  Shame, 
Or  quit  the  Field  with  fhameful  Flight.] 

7  Nowfaveus,  Lord,  from  ilavifli  Fear, 
Now  let  our  Hope  be  firm  and  ftiong, 
Till  thy  Salvation  mail  appear, 

And  Joy  and  Triumph  raife  the  Song. 

PSALM   zt.    Common  Metre. 

Our  King  is  the  Care  of  Heaven, 

i  npHE  King,  O  Lord,  with  Songs  of  Praife, 

-*■      Shall  in  thy  Strength  rejoice, 

And,  blelt  with  thy  Salvation,  raife 

To  Heav'n  Kis  chearful  Voice. 

a  Thy  fure  Defence  thro'  Nations  round 

Has  fpread  his  glorious  Name; 

And  his  fuccefsful  Actions  crown'd 

With  Majefty  and  Fame. 

3  Then  let  the  King  onGOD  alone 

For  timely  Aid  rely  j 
His  Mercy  {hall  fupport  the  Throne, 
And  all  our  Wants  fupply. 

4  But,  righteous  Lord,  his  ftubborn  Foes 

Shall  feel  thy  dreadful  Hand ; 
Thy  vengeful  Arm  fhall  find  out  thofe, 
That  hate  his  mild  Command. 

5  When  thou  againftthem  dolt  engage, 

Thy  jult,  but  4readful  Doom 

Shall 


49  PSALM    XXfL 

Shall,  like  a  fiery  Oven's  Rage, 
Their  Hopes  and  them  confume. 
6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  Povrer  declare, 
And  thus  exalt  thy  Fame ; 

While  we  glad  Songs  of  Praife  prepare 
For  thine  Almighty  Name. 

PSALM    ii.  i/.  i-— 9.    Long  Mefr%. 
Chrift  exalted  to  the  Kingdom. 
1    f\AVlD  rejoic'd  in  God  his  Strength, 

*-'  Rais'd  to  the  Throne  by  fpecial  Grace, 

But  Cbrifi  the  Son  appears  at  length, 

Fulfils  the  Triumph  and  the  Praife. 
?-  How  great  is  the  Mejffiab's  Joy 

In  the  Salvation  of  thy  Hand  ! 

Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  Kingdom  high; 

And  giv'n  the  World  to  his  Command, 
I  Thy  Goodnefs  grants  whate'er  he  will, 

Nor  doth  the  lead  Requeft  with- hold  ; 

Bleflings  of  Love  prevent  him  (till, 

And  Crowns  of  GLory,  not  of  Gold. 

4  Honour  and  Majefty  divine 
Around  his  Vacred  Temple  (hine  ; 
Bleft  with  the  Favour  of  thy  Face, 
And  Length  of  everlafting  Days. 

5  Thine  Hand  (hall  find  out  all  his  Foes  ; 
And  as  a  fiery  Oven  glows 

With  raging  Heat  and  living  Coals, 
So  (hall  thy  Wrath  devour  their  Sauls. 

P  S  A  L  M  12.  v.  1--16.    Firft  Part. 
Common  Metre. 
The  Sufferings  and  Death  of  Chrift. 
i  XXT  H  Y  has  my  God  my  Soul  forfook, 
*  *      Nor  will  a  Smile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  Anguifh  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 
3  Though  'tis  thy  chief  Delight  to  dwell 

Among  thy  praifing  Saints,  Yet 


PSALM    XXII.  4» 

Yet  thou  canft  hear  a  Groan  as  well, 
And  pity  our  Complaints. 
3  Our  Fathers  trufted  in  thy  Name, 
And  great  Deliv'rance  found  j 
But  I'm  a  Worm  defpis'd  of  Men, 
And  trodden  to  the  Ground. 
f  Shaking  the  Head  they  pafs  me  by, 
And  laugh  my  Soul  to  Scorn  j 
(i  In  vain  betrufs  in  God,  they  cry, 
"  NegleBed  and  forlorn." 

5  But  thou  art  He  who  form'd  my  Flema 

By  thine  Almighty  Word, 
And  fmce  I  hung  upon  the  Breait, 
My  Hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  Face 

When  Foes  ftand  threat'ning  round 
In  the  dark  Hour  of  deep  Dtftrefs, 
And  not  an  Helper  found  ? 

PAUSE. 

7  Behold  thy  Darling  left  among 

The  Cruel  and  the  Proud, 
As  Bulls  of  Ba/ban  fierce  and  ftrong, 
As  Lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  Earth  and  Hell  my  Sorrows  meet 

To  multiply  the  Smart ; 
They  nail  my  Hands,  they  pierce  my  Feet? 
And  try  to  vex  my  Heart. 

9  Yet  if  thy  Sovereign  Hand  let  loofe 

The  Rage  of  Earth  and  Hell, 
Why  will  my  heav'nly  Father  bruife 
The  Son  he  loves  fo  well  ? 
io  My  GOD,  if  poffibleit  be, 
With-hold  this  bitter  Cup  : 
But  I  refign  my  Will  to  Thee, 
And  drink  the  Sorrows  up. 
•1 1  My  Heart  diflblves  with  Pangs  unknown, 
In  Groans  I  wafte  my  Breath  ; 

Thy 


as  PSALM    XXII. 

W 

Thy  heavy  Hand  has  brought  me  dawn 
Low  as  the  Duft  of  Death. 
ii  Father,  I  give  my  Spirit  up. 
And  truft  it  in  thy  Hand  ,• 
My  dying  Fleih  (hell  reft  in  Hope, 
And  rife  at  thy  Ccmmaad.  , 
P  S  A  L  M  **.  *v  ao,  ax,  17 — 31.  Second  Part* 
Common  Metre. 
Chrift'i  Sufferings  and  Kingdom. 
x  "    A7  ^  W  from  ^e  roarin^  Lion's  Rage, 
IV   «  O  Lord,  proted  thy  Son, 
«  Nor  leave  thy  Darting  to  engage 
«  The  Powrs  of  Hell  alone/' 
%  Thus  did  our  fuffring  Saviour  pray, 
With  mighty  Cries  and  Tears  ; 
GOD  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  Day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  Fears. 

3  Great  was  the  Vift'ry  of  his  Death, 

His  Throne  exalted  high: 
And  all  the  Kindreds  of  the  Earth 
Shall  worfhip  or  (hall  die. 

4  A  num'rous  Offspring  rauft  arife 

From  his  expiring  Groans  j 
They  (hall  be  reckon'd  in  his  Eyes 
For  Daughters  and  for  Sons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  Soul  (hall  fee 

His  Table  richly  fpread  j 
And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  (hall  be 
With  Joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  Ifles  (hall  know  the  Righteoufnefs 

Of  our  incarnate  GOD. 
And  Nations  yet  unborn  profefs 
Salvation  in  his  Blood. 

P  S  A  L  M  xz.    Long  Metre. 
Chiift\r  Sufferings  and  Exaltation. 
t   VT  O  W  let  our  mournful  Songs  record 
^    The  dying  Sorrews  of  our  Lord, 

When 


PSALM    XXIII.  4S 

When  he  complain'd  in  Tears  and  Bloed, 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  GOD. 
%  The  Jetvs  beheld  him  thus  forlorn, 
And  (hake  their  Heads  and  laugh  in  Scoflft  i 
"  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  Grave ; 
"  Now  let  him  try  himielf  to  fave. 

3  "  This  is  the  Man  did  onci  pretend 
"GOD  was  his  Father  and  his  Friend  ; 
"  If  G  G  D  the  Bkffed  Wd  him  fo, 

"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  V* 

4  Barbarous  People !  Cruel  Priefts ! 

How  they  ftood  round  like  favage  Beafts; 

Like  Lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  PowV. 

5  They  wound  his  Head,  his  Hands,  his  Feet, 
Till  Streams  of  Blood  each  other  meet; 

By  Lot  his  Garments  they  divide, 
And  mock  the  Pangs  in  which  he  dy'd. 

6  But  G  O  D  his  Father  heard  his  Cry  j 
Rais'd  from  the  Dead  he  reigns  on  high  j 
The  Nations  learn  his  Righteoufnefs, 
And  humble  Sinners  tafte  his  Grace. 

PSALM   sj.    Long  Metre, 
GOD  our  Shepherd. 

s   Vf  Y  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord ; 

***■  Now  mall  my  Wants  be  well  fupply'd  | 

His  Providence  and  holy  Word 

Become  my  Safety  and  my  Guide, 
a  In  Paftures  where  Salvation  grows 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  retr, 

There  living  Water  gently  flows, 

And  all  the  Food  divinely  bleft. 
3  My  wand'ring  Feet  his  Ways  miftake  f 

But  he  reftores  my  Soul  to  Peace, 

And  leads  me  for  his  Mercy's  Sake 

In  the  fair  Paths  of  Righteoufaefe. 

C  4  Tho* 


44.  PSALM    XXIH. 

4.  Tho*  I  walk  thro'  the  gloomy  Vale 
Where  Death  and  all  its  Terrois  are, 
My  Heart  and  Hope  (hall  never  fail, 
For  God  my  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amidft  the  Darknefs  and  the  Deeps 
Thou  art  my  Comfort,  thou  my  Stay  $ 
Thy  Staff  fupports  my  feeble  bteps, 
Thy  Rod  directs  my  doubtful  v>  ay. 

6  The  Sons  of  Earth,  and  Sons  of  Hell 
Gaze  at  thy  Goodnefs  and  repine 

To  fee  my  Table  fpread  fo  well 

With  living  Bread  and  chearful  Wine. 
j  [How  I  rejoice  when  on  my  Head 

Thy  Spirit  condefcends  to  relt ! 

*Tis  a  divine-Anointing,  fhed 

Like  Oil  of  cfladnefs  at  a  Feaff. 
3  Surely  the  Mercies  of  the  Lord 

Ati end  his  Houfhold  all  their  Days; 

There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  Word, 

To  /eek  his  Face,  and  fing  his  Praife.] 

PSALM  1%.    Common  Metre, 
•i   w  Y  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  Need, 
•WI     Jehovah  is  his  Name; 
In  Paftures  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Befide  the  living  Stream. 

2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  Spirit  back 

When  I  forfake  his  Ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  Mercy's  Sake 
In  Paths  of  Truth  and  Grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  Shades  of  Death, 

Thy  Pretence  is  my  Stay; 
A  Word  of  thy  fupporting  Breath 
Drives  all  my  Fears  away. 

4  Thy  Hand  in  Spite  of  all  my  Foes 

Doth  ftill  my  Table  fpread  ; 

My  Cup  with  Bleflings  overflows, 

Thine  Oil  anoints  my  Head, 


P'S  A  I,  M    XXIV.  || 

5  The  Aire  Provrfions  of  my  God 
Attend  me  all  my  Days  ; 
O  may  thy  Houfe  be  mine  Abode, 
And  all  my  Work  be  Praife  ! 
€  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  Reft, 
(While  others  go  and  come) 
No  more  a  Stranger  or  a  Guett, 
But  like  a  Child  at  Home. 

PSALM    23.  Short  Metre. 
x  rp  h  E  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
•*■      I  fhallbe  well  fupply'd  • 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  hisj, 
What  can  I  want  befide  ? 
a  He  leads  me  to  the  Place 

Where  heav'nly  Pafture  grows? 
Where  living  Waters  gently  pafs„ 
And  full  Salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aftray, 

He  doth  my  Soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  Way, 
For  his  moii  holy  Name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  Aid 

I  cannot  yield  to  Fear  ; 
Tho'  I  mould  walk  thro'  Death's  dark  Shade,, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  Spite  of  all  my  Fees, 

Thou  dolt  my  Table  fpread, 
My  Cup  with  Bleffings  overflows, 
And  Joy  exalts  my  Head. 

6  The  Bounties  of  thy  Love 

Shall  crown  my  following  Days  j 
Nor  from  thj|Jioufe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  Praife. 

PSALM   24..    Common  Metre, 
Dwelling  with  GOD. 
1  rrs HE  Earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's, 
•*•      With  Adam's  num'rous  Race  j 

Cs  He 


4«  PSALM    XXIV. 

He  raVd  its  Arches  o'er  the  Flood*, 
And  built  it  on  the  Seas. 
3  But  who    mong  the  Sons  of  Men 
May  vifit  thine  Abode  ? 
He  that  has  Hands  from  Mifchief  clean, 
Whole  Heart  is  right  with  GOD. 
3  This  is  the  Man  may  rife  and  take 
The  Bleflings  ot  h  s  Grace  ; 
This  is  the  Lot  of  thofe  that  feek 
The  G  O  D  of  Jacob's  Face. 
4.  Now  let  ou    Souls  immortal  Pow'rs 
To  meet  the  Lord  piepare, 
Lift  up  their  everlafting  Doors, 
The  King  of  Glory's  near. 
5  The  K.  ng  ot  Glory  !  Who  can  tell 
The  Wonders  ot  his  Might  ? 
He  rules  th-  Nations  ;  but  to  dwell 
With  Saints  is  his  Delight. 

PSALM   14.    Long  Metre. 
Saints  dwell  in  Heaven-,  or,  ChrifV s  Afcenfion* 
%  rp  H  I  S  fpncious  Earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 
*  And  Men  and  Worms,  and  Beifts  and  Birds; 
He  raised  the  Building  on  the  Seas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  Dwelling  place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  World  on  high, 
Thy  Palace,  Lord,  above  the  Sky  j 
Who  (hall  afcend  that  bleft  Abode, 
And  dwell  fo  near  h:s  Maker,  (rOD? 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

Whofe  Heart  is  pure,  whofe  Hands  are  clean, 
Him  (hall  the  Lord  the  Saviofll  blefs, 
And  clothe  his  Soul  withRighteoufnefs. 

4  Thefe  are  the  Men,  the  pious  Race 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  Face  j 
Thtfe  (hall  enjoy  the  blifsful  Sight, 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  Light. 

PAUSE. 


W  SA1M    XXV.  4? 

PAUSE. 

5  Rejoice  ye  mining  Worlds  on  high.; 
Behold  the  King  of  Glory  nigh  $ 
Who  can  this  King  of  Glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  He. 

6  Ye  heav'nly  Gates,  >  our  Leaves  difplay, 
To  make  the  Lord  the  Saviour  Way  j 
Laden  with  Spoils  from  Earth  and  Hell, 
The  Conqu'roi  comes  with  God  to  dwell* 

7  Rais'd  from  the  Dead  he  goes  before, 
He  opens  Heav'n's  eternal  Door* 
To  give  his  Saints  a  bleil  Abode 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  GOD. 

PSALM  25.    <v.  1— 11.    TirJiParu 

Waiting  for  Pardon  and  Direfi'wn* 

2  T  LIFT  my  Soul  to  GOD, 
■*■     My  Truft  is  in  his  Name  j 

Let  not  my  Foes  that  ieek  my  Blood, 

Still  triumph  in  my  Shame. 
a  Sin,  and  the  PowVs  of  Hell, 

Perfuademe  to  defpair; 
Lord,- make  me  know  thy  Cov'nant  well, 

That  I,  may  Ycape  the  Snare. 

3  From  thefirft  dawning  Light 

Till  the  dark  Ev'ning  rife, 
For  thy  Salvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever -longing  Eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  Grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  Truth  ; 
Forgive  the  Sins  of  riper  Days, 
And  Follies  of  my  Youth. 
£  The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind, 

The  Meek  {hall  learn  his  Ways, 
And  every  humble  Sinner  find 
The  Methods  of  his  Grace. 

C3  £F©r 


48  PSALM    XXV. 

6  For  his  own  Goodnefs  Sake, 

He  faves  my  Soul  from  Shame. 
He  pardons  (tho*  my  Guilt  be  great) 
Thro*  my  Redeemers  Name. 

PS  A  L  M   25.  v.  it,  14, 10,  13.  Second  Part. 
Divine  IrtfiruBion. 

1  XTJ  HERE  ihall  the  Man  be  found 

VY      That  fears  V  offend  his  GOD, 
That  loves  the  Gofpel's  joyful  Sound, 
And  trembles  at  the  Rod  ? 

2  The  Lord  lhall  make  him  know 

The  Secrets  of  his  Heart, 
7  he  Wonders  of  his  CoVnant  (how, 
And  all  his  Love  impart. 

3  The  Dealings  of  his  Hand 

Are  Tiuth  and  Mercy  ftil), 
With  fuch  as  to  His  Covenant  (land, 

And  love  to  do  his  Will. 
4.  Their  Souls  (hall  dwell  at  Eafe 

Before  their  Maker's  Face, 
Their  Seed  lhall  tafte  the  Promifes 

In  their  extenfive  Grace. 

PSALM    25.     nj.  15---21.    Third  Pari. 
Dijirefs  of  Scul\  or,  Badjliding  and  Dejertioft, 

1  \J  1NE  Eyes  and  my.  Defue 
***-     Are  ever  to  the  Lord  j 

I  love  to  plead  his  Promifes, 
And  reft  upon  his  Word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  Soul, 

Bring  thy  Salva'ion  near  ; 
When  will  thy  Hand  releafe  my  Feet 
Out  of  the  deadly  Sn .:: -?  ? 

3  When  ihall  the  Sov'reign  Grace 

Of  my  forgiving  Gcd, 
Reltore  me  firm  thofe  dang'rous  Ways 
My  wandMng  Feet  have  trod  I  4  Tht 


PSALM   xxvr.  *9 

4  The  Tumult  of  my  Thoughts 

Doth  but  enlarge  my  Woe: 
My  Spirit  languifhes,  my  Heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

5  With  every  Morning  Light 

My  Sorrow  new  begins  ; 
Look  on  my  Anguifti  and  my  Pain3 
And  pardon  all  my  Sins. . 

PAUSE, 

6  Behold  the  Hofts  of  Hell, 

How  eruel  is  their  Hate  ? 
Againft  my  Life  they  rife,  and  join 
Their  Fury  with  Deceit. 

7  O  keep  my  Soul  from  Death, 

Nor  put  my  Hope  to  Shame  ; 
For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  Truft 
In  my  Redeemer's  Name. 
3  With  humble  Faith  I  wait 
To  fee  thy  Face  again  ; 
Of  Ifr'el  it  mall  ne'er  be  faid, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

P  S  A  L  M  26, 

Self- Examination  j  or,  Evidences  of  Grace, 
%    JUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove. my  Ways* 
J     And  try  my  Reigns,  and  try  my  Heart  j 
My  Faith  upon  thy  Promife  flays, 
Nor  from  thy  Law  my  Feet  depart. 
%  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  lit 
With  Men  of  Vanity  and  Lies; 
The  Scoffer  and  the  Hypocrite, 
Are  the  Abhorrence  of  mine  Eyes. 
3  Amongft  thy  Saints  will  I  appear 
With  Hands  well  wa/h'd  in  Innocence? 
But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  Bar, 
The  Blood  of  Ch-nji  is  my  Defence, 

C  4.  4.  J 


5»  PSAiM    XXVir. 

4  I  love  thy  Habitation,  Lord, 
The  Temple  where  thine  Honours  dwell  j 
There  (hall  I  hear  thy  holy  Word, 
And  there  thy  Works  of  Wonder  tell. 

3  Let  not  my  Soul  be  joirfd  at  laft 
With  Men  of  Treachery  and  Blood, 
Sir.ee  I  my  Days  on  Earth  have  paft 
Among  the  Saints,  and  near  my  GOD, 

P  S  A  L  M  27.    v;  1—6.    Firfi  Part. 

The  Church  is  our  Delight  and  Safety, 
iTHE  Lord  of  Glory  is  my  Light, 
■*•      And  my  Salvation  too  j 
G  O  D  is  my  Strength :  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  Foes  can  do. 
a  One  Privilege  my  Heart  defires  j 
O  grant  me  an  Abode 
Among  the  Churches  of  thy  Saints, 
The  Temples  of  my  GOD! 

3  There  {hail  I  offer  my  Requefts, 

And  fee  thy  Beauty  ftillj 
Shall  hear  thy  Mrflages  of  Love, 
And  there  enquire  thy  Will. 

4  When  Troubles  rife,  and  Storms  appear, 

There  may  his  Children  hide  j 
God  has  aflron.g  Pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  Soul  abide. 

5  Now  lha.ll  my  Head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  Foes  around  ; 
And  Songs  of  Joy  and  Victory 
Within  thy  Temple  found. 

PSALM  17.  <v.  8,  9,  13,  14.  Second  Part* 
Prayer  and  Hope. 
j   COONasI  heard  my  Father  fay, 
0     "Ye  Children,  feek  my  Graced 
My  Heart  reply'd  without  Delay, 
"  Til  feek  my  Father's  Face."' 

2  Let 


PSAL  M    XXIX.  ji. 

a  Let  not  thy  Face  be  hid  from  me, 
Nor  frown  my  Soul  away  j 
God  of  my  Life,  I  flee  to  thee 
In  a  diftreffing  Day. 

3  Should  Friends  and  Kindred,  near  and  deara 

Leave  me  to  want,  or  die  j 
My  GOD,  would  make  my  Life  his  Care  j 
And  ail  my  Need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  Flefh  had  dy'd  with  Grief, 

Had  not  my  Soul  believ'd 
To  fee  thy  Grace  provide  Relief, 
Nor  was  my  Hope  decei-v'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  Saints, 

And  keep  your  Courage  up; 
He'll  raifeyour  Spirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceeds  your  Hope. 

PSA  L  M    29. 

Sterm  and  Thunder, 
1  /"">  I  V.E  to  the  Lord,  ye  Sons  of  Fame, 

^  Give  to  the  Lord  Renown  and  Fovv'r, 

Afcribe  due  Honours  to  his  Name, 

And  hi-s  eternal  Might  ?.dore. 
%  The  Lord  proclaims  his  PowV  aloud 

Over  the  Ocean  and  the  Land  ; 

His  Voice  divides  the  wat'ry  Cloud, 

And  Lightnings  blaze  at  his  Command. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  Tempeit,  Hail  and  Wind, 
Lay  the  wide  Fcrert  bare  around  j 

The  fearful  Hart  and  frighted  Hind, 
Leap  at  the  Terror  of  the  Sound. 

4  To  Lebanon  ke  turns  his  Voice, 
And  low  the  Haitiy  Cedars  break  : 
The  Mountains  tremble  at  the  Noife, 
The  Vallies  roar,  the  Delarts  quake. 

j  The  Lord  fits  Sov'j  eign  on  the  Flood, 
The  Thttttd/r«r  reigns  for  ever  King  j 

G  5  But 


Si  PSALM    XXX. 

But  makes  his  Church  his  bleft  Abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  Glories  fing. 
6  In  gentler  Language  there  the  Lord 
The  Counfel  or  his  Grace  imparts: 
Amidft  the  raging  Storm,  his  Word 
Speaks  Peace  and  Courage  to  our  Hearts. 

PSAL  M  30.    Firji  Part. 

Sicknefs  healed,  and  Sorrows  removed. 

x   T  WILL  extol  Thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
1  At  thy  Command  Difeafes  fl/ ; 
Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  fave 
From  the  dark  Borders  or  the  Grave? 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  Saints  of  his, 
And  tell  how  large  his  Goodnefs  is  j 
Let  all  your  Pow'rs  rejoice  and  blefs, 
While  you  record  his  Holinefs. 

3  His  Anger  but  a  Moment  flays; 
His  Love  is  Life  and  Length  of  Days: 
Tho'  Grief  and  Tears  the  Night  employ, 
The  Morning-Star  reftores  the  Joy. 

PSALM  30.  1/.  6.     Second  Fart. 

Health,  Sulnefi,  and  Recovery. 
3   DlRM  was  my  Health,  my  Day  was  bright, 
*    And  I  prefum  d  'twould  ne'er  be  Night; 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  Heart, 
**  PUafure  and  Peace  Joall  ne'er  depart.'1 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  Arm  was  ftrong, 
Which  made  my  Mountain  ftand  fo  long  j 
Soon  as  thy  Face  began  to  hide, 

My  Health  was  gone,  my  Comforts  dy'd. 

3  I  cryM  aloud  to  Thee,  my  God  $ 

"  What  can'ft  thou  profit  by  my  Blocd  ? 

"  Deep  in  the  Daft  can  1  declare 

«•  Thy  Truth,  or  fiog  thy  Goodnefs  there  ? 

4  "  Hear 


PSALM    XXXL  33 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  GOD  of  Grace,  Ifaid, 
"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  Dead  ;" 
Thy  Word  rebuk'd  the  Pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  Love  remov'd  my  Guilt. 

5  My  Groans,  and  Tears,  and  Forms  of  Woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  Joy  and  Praifes  now ; 

I  throw  my  Sackcloth  on  the  Ground, 
And  Eafe  and  Giadneft  gird  me  round. 

6  My  Tongue,  the  Glory  of  my  Frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  Name  j 

Thy  Praife  (hall  found  thro'  Earth  and  Heav'n 
For  Sicknefs  heal'd,  and  Sins  forgiven. 

P  S  A  L  M  31.  <t>.  13—19,  a*,  23.    Tirfl  Part* 

Deliverance  from  Death. 
1  TNTO  thine  Hand,  O  GOD  of  Truth, 
■*■    My  Spirit  I  commit  j 
Thou  halt  redeem'd  my  Soul  fr®m  Death, 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  Pit. 
a  The  Paffions  of  my  Hope  and  Fear 
Maintain'd  a  double  Strife, 
While  Sorrow,  Pain,  and  Sin  confpir'cl 
To  take  away  my  Life,. 

3  "  My  Times  are  in  thy  Hand?  I  cry'd, 

"  Tho*  I  draw  near  the  Du/li" 
Thou  art  the  Refuge  where  I  hide* 
The  G  O  D  in  whom  I  truft 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  Face 

Upon  thy  Servant  ikine, 
And  fave  me  for  thy  Mercy- Sak*, 
For  I'm  entirely  thin*. 

PAUSE. 

5  ['Twai  m  my  Hafie,  my  Spirit  fold, 

tl  \  muft  de f pair  and  dit^ 
u  I  am  cut t$  before  tbim  Eyes  f 
B»t  thou  haft  heard  my  Cry.] 

6  Thy  Good&efs  low  davaady  free, 

How  woad'rous  5s  thy  Grace, 


PSALM    XXXI. 

To  thofe  that  fear  thy  Majefty, 

And  truft  thy  Promifes ! 
7  O  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  Saints, 

And  fing  his  Praifes  loud; 
He'll  bend  his  Ear  to  your  Complaints, 

And  recompenfe  the  Proud. 

PSALM  31.  <v.  7-, -i  3  — 18— 21.  Second  Part. 

Deliverance  front  Slander  and  Reproach. 
3    \ji  Y  He;irt  rejoices  in  thy  Name, 
*V1     My  GOD,  my  Help,,  my  Truft; 
Thou  haft  preferv'd  m\  Face  from  Shame, 
Mine  Honour  from  the  Duft, 

2  <c  My  Lire  is  fuent  with  Grief,  I  cry'd, 

"  My  Years  confunVd  in  Groans, 
"  My  strength  decays,  mine  Eyes  are  dry'd, 
"  And  Sorrow  waftes  my  Bones.'* 

3  Among  mine  Enemies  my  Name 

Was  a  mere  Proverb  grown, 
While  to  my  Neighbours  1  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 
4.  Slander  and  Fear  on  eveiy  Side 
Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round, 
I  to  the  Throne  of  Grace  apply'd 
And  fpeedy  Refcue  found. 
PAUSE. 
£  How  great  Deliv'rance  thou  haft  wrought 
Before  the  Sons  of  Men  ! 
The  lying  Lips  to  Silence  brought, 
And  made  their  Boaftings  vain  ! 
t  Thy  Children  from  the  Strife  of  Tongues- 
Shall  thy  Pavilion  hidr, 
Guard  them  from  Infamy  and  Wrongs, 
And  cru-fh  t»e  Sons  of  Pride, 
y  Within  thy  fecret  Prefence,  Lord, 
Let  me  for  ever  dwell ; 
JJ©  fenced  City,  wall'd  and  barr'd, 
Sc cu<es  a  Saint  fo  weH, 

PSALM 

- 


P  €  A  L  M    XXXIL  ss 

PSALM   31.    Short  Metre, 

Forgivenefs  of  Sins  upon  Confejfion, 

1  rvBLESSED  Souls  are  they 
^^     Whofe  Sins  are  cover'd  o'er  ! 
Divinely  Weft,  to  whom  the  Lord 

Imputes  their  Guilt  no  more, 

2  They  mourn  their  Follies  paft, 

And  keep  their  Hearts  with  Care ; 
Their  Lips  and  Lives  without  Deceit 
Shall  prove  their  Faith  fincere, 

3  While  I  coriceal'd  my  Guilr, 

I  felt  the  feft'ring  Wound, 
Till  I  confefs'd  my  Sins  to  thee, 

And  ready  Pardon  found. 
4.  Let  Sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  Saints  keep  near  the  ThroRSj 
Our  Help  in  Times  of  deep  Difhefs, 

Is  found  in  GOD  alone. 

PSALM    3*.    Common  Metre. 

Free  Pardon,  and  fincere  Obedience  j  or,  Confejfion 

and  Forgiuenefs. 
1  UAPPY  the  Man  to  whom  his  G  O  D 
*-*■     No  more  imputes  his  Sin, 
But  wauVd  in  the  Redeemer's  Blood  , 
Hath  made  his  Garments  clean  ! 
a  Happy,  beyond  Expreflion,  he, 

Whofe  Debts  are  thus^difcharg'd  5. 
And  from  the  guilty  Bondage  free, 
He  feels  his  Soul  enlarged. 
3  His  Spirit  hates  Deceit  and  Lies, 
His  Words  are  al!  fincere  : 
He  guards  his  Heart,  he  guards  his  Eye^. 
To  keep  hisConfcience  clear. 
£  While  I  my  inward  Guilt  fuppreftj, 
No  Qu,iev  could  I  &id  j 

Tfif 


56  psalm  xxxrr. 

Thy  Wrath  lay  burning  in  my  Bread, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  Mind. 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  Thoughts, 

My  fecret  Sins  reveal'd ; 
Thy  pardoning  Grace  forgave  my  Faults, 
Thy  Grace  my  Pardon  feal'd. 

6  This  (hall  invite  thy  Saints  to  pray  j 

When  like  a  raging  Flood, 
Temptations  rife,  our  Strength  and  Stay 
Is  a  forgiving  GOD. 

PSALM    3 j.    Firfl  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Repentance  and  Free  Pardon  j  or,  J  unification  and 
Sanclification. 

i  IDLEST  is  the  Man,  for  ever  bleft, 
■^  Whofe  Guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  GOD,       » 
Whofe  Sins  with  Sorrow  are  confefs'd, 
And  covered  with  his  Saviour's  Blood. 

*  Bleft  is  the  Man  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  Iniquities, 
He  pleads  no  Merit  of  Reward, 
And  not  on  Works,  but  Grace  relies. 

3  From  Guil«  his  Heart  and  Lips  are  free, 
His  humble  Joy,  his  holy  Fear, 

With  deep  Repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  Faith  fincere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  Righteoumefs 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  Sins  t 
While  a  bright  Evidence  of  Grace 
Thro'  his  whole  Life  appears  and  mines. 

P  5  A  L  M    j*.     Second  Pari.    Long  Metre. 
A  guilty  Confciencf  e/ifed  by  Conftfan  and  Pardon. 
a  "I17HILE  I  keep  Silence,  and  conceal 
W    My  heavy  Guik  within  my  Heart, 
WhaV  Torments  doth  my  Confcience  IccH 
What  Agonies  of  inward  Smart  J 


PSALM    XXXIII,  57 

s  I  fpread  my  Sins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  fecret  Faults  confefs; 
Thy  Gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  Word, 
Thine  holy  Spirit  feals  the  Grace. 

3  For  this  (hall  every  humble  Soul 
Make  fwift  Addreffes  to  thy  Seat : 
When  Floods  of  huge  Temptations  roll, 
There  flial]  they  find  a  bleft  Retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  Wings  I  lie, 

Wh^n  Days  grow  dark,  and  Storms  appear, 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  Eye 
Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  every  Snare. 

PSALM  33.    Fir/i  Part.    Common  Metre, 

^  Works  of  Creation  and  Pru'videme. 

fL  T>  E  JO  ICE,  ye  Righteous,  in  the  Lord, 

m.  "*^     This  Work  belongs  to  you  : 

ip   Sing  of  his  Name,  his  Ways,  bis  Word, 

Wk      How  holy,  juft  and  true! 

C%  His  Mercy  and  his  Righteoufnefs 

"~  et  Heaven  and  Earth  proclaim  ; 
Works  of  Nature  and  of  Grace 
eveal  his  wond'rous  Name. 
Wifdom  and  Almighty  Word 
J^heheav'nly  Arches  fpread  j 
And  by  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  feining  Holts  were  made. 
4  He  bid  the  liquid  Waters  flow 
To  their  appointed  Deep  ; 
The  flowing  Seas  their  Limits  knowa 
And  their  own  Statfon  keep. 

5  Ye  Tenants  of  the  fpacious  Earth, 

With  Fear  before  him  ftand  ; 
He  fpake  \  and  Nature  took  its  Birth, 
And  refts  on  his  Command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  Nations  Rage, 

And  break*  their  yain  Defign*  $ 

His 


M 
s«  PSAXM   xxxim 

His  Counfel  ftands  thro'  every  Age, 
And  in  full  Glory  ftiines. 

PSALM    33,,    Second  Part,     Common  Metre. 

Creatures  vain,  and  God  All"fujjichni< 
i  T>  LEST  is  the  Nation  where  the  Lord 
■^    Hath  nVd  his  gracious  Throned 
Where  he  reveals"  his  heav'nly  Word, 
And  calls  their  Tribes  his  own. 
a  His  Eye  with  infinite  Survey, 

Does  the  whole  World  behold  j 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  Clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  Mould. 
3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  Force 
Of  Armies  from  the  Grave  j 
Nor  Speed,  nor  Courage  of  an  Horfe 
Can  the  bold  Rider  lave. 
4.  Vain  is  the  Strength  of  Beads  or  Men, 
To  hope  for  Safety  thence  j. 
But  holy  Souls  from  God  obtain 
A  ftrong  and  fure  Defence. 

5  G  O  D  is  their  Fear,  and  GOD  their  Truft  j 

When  Plagues  or  Famine  fpread, 
His  watchful  Eye  fecu;  es  the  Juit 
Among  ten  thoufand  Dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our.  Hearts  in  Thee  rejoice, 

And  blefs  us  from  thy  Throne; 
For  we.ha\«  made  thy  Word  our  Choice, 
And'tiuft  thy  Grace  alone. 


\7El 
*    Y< 


PSALM    33-..    As  the  113th  PfUm.    FirJ  Part,. 
Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 
holy  Souls,  in  GOD  ivjoice, 
/our  Maker's  fraife  becomes  your  Voice, 
Great  is  your  Theme,  your  Songs  be  new  : 
6'ing  of  his  Name,  his  Word,  his  Ways. 
His  Works  of  Nature,  and  of  Grace, 
How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true ! 

2  Juftice 


PSALM    XXXIII,  & 

%  Juftice  asd  Truth  he  ever  loves  \ 
And  the  whole  Earth  his  Goodnefs  proves, 

His  Wdrd  the  heav'nly  Arches  fpreadj 
How  wide  they  mine  from  North  to  South  1 
And  by  the  Spirit  of  his  Mouth 
.Were  all  the  ftarry  Armies  made, 
3  He  gathers  the  wide  flowing  Seas, 
Thofe  wat'ry  Treafures  know  their  Place 

In  the  vaft  Store-houfe  of  the  Deep. 
He  fpske,  and  gave  all  Nature  Birth  5 
And  Fires,  and  Seas,  and  Heav'rt,  and  Earth 
His  everlafting  Orders  keep 
4-  Let  Mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  GODof  fuch  refiftlefs  Pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  Rage; 
Vain  are  your  Thoughts,  and  weak  your  Handsj 
But  his  eternal  Counfel  ftands, 
And  rules  the  World  from  Age  to  Age. 

PSALM  33.  As  the  113th  Pfalm.  Second  Part. 

Creatures  vain,  and  God  All-fufficient. 


O 


HAPPY  Nation,  where  the  Lord 
Reveals  the  Treafure  of  his  Word, 
And  builds  his  Church,  his  earthly  Throne ! 
His  Eye  the  Heathen  World  furveys, 
He  form  d  their  Hearts,  he  knows  their  Ways, 
But  GOD  their  Maker  is  unknown. 
t,  Let  Kings  rely  upon  their  Hoft, 
And  of  his  Strength  the  Champion  boaft  j 

In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  rely  j 
In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  Force  j 
Or  Speed  or  Courage  of  an  Horfe, 
To  guard  his  Rider,  or  to  fly, 
I  The  Eye  of  thy  Companion,  Lord, 
Doth  more  fecure  Defence  afford, 
When  Death  ©r  Dangers  threat'ning  ftand  ; 

Thy 


PSALM    XXXIV. 


Thy  watchful  Eye  preferves  the  Juft, 

Who  make  thy  Name  their  Fear  and  Truft, 

When  Wars  or  Famine  wafte  the  Land. 
4  In  Sicknefs,  or  the  bloody  Field, 
Thou  our  Phyfician,  thou  our  Shield, 

Send  us  Salvation  from  thy  Throne* 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  Goodnefs  fhme  j 
Let  us  rejoice  in  Help  divine, 

For  all  our  Hope  is  G  O  D  alone. 

PSALM   34.    Fir/}  Part.   Long  Metre. 

GodV  Care  of  the   Saints  \   or,  Deliverance  ty 
Prayer. 

x  T   ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  Days, 
*-*  Thy  Praife  (ball  dwell  upon  my  Tongue  j 
My  Soul  (hall  glory  in  thy  Grace, 
While  Saints  rejoice  to  hear  the  Song, 

%  Come,  magnify  theLoid  with  me, 
Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  Name  j 
I  fought  th'  eternal  GOD,  and  He 
Has  not  expos'd  my  Hope  to  Shame. 

3  1  told  him  all  my  (ecret  Grief, 
My  fecret  Groaning  reach  d  his  Ears, 
He  gave  my  inward  Pains  Relief, 
And  calm'd  the  Tumult  of  my  Fears. 

4  To  him  the  Poor  lift  up  their  Eyes, 
Their  Faces  feel  the  heav'nly  Shine  ; 
A  Beam  of  Mercy  from  the  Skies_ 
Fills  them  with  Light  and  Joy  divine. 

5  His  holy  Angels  pitch  their  Tents 
Around  the  Men  that  ferve  the  Lord  : 
O  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  Saints, 
Tafte  of  his  Grace,  and  trull  his  Word. 

6  The  wild  young  Lions  pinch'd  with  Pain 
And  Hunger,  roar  thro1  all  the  Wood  } 
But  none  fhafl  feck  tiie  Lord  jfi  va^p, 

Nor  want  Supplies  of  ical  Good.  .»   * 

PSALM 


?  SAL  M    XXXIV,,  6i 

PSALM    34.    <v.  ii-.-aa.    Stcond  Part. 
Long  Meire. 

Religious  Education  }  or,  Inftruclions  of  Piety. 

1  /CHILDREN  in  Years  and  Knowledge  young, 
^  Your  Parents  Hope,  your  Parents  Joy, 
Attend  the  Couniels  of  my  Tongue, 

Let  pious  Thoughts  your  Minds  employ, 
a  If  you'defire  a  Length  of  Days, 
And  Peace  to  erown  your  mortal  State, 
Reftrain  your  Feet  from  impious  Ways, 
Your  Lips  from  Slander  and  Deceit. 

3  The  Eyes  of  GOD  regard  his  Saints, 
His  Ears  are  open  to  their  Cries  \ 

He  fets  his  frowning  Face  againft 
The  Sons  Of  Violence  and  Lies 

4  To  humble  Souls  and  broken  Hearts, 
GOD  with  his  Grace  is  ever  nigh  j 
Pardon  and  Hope  his  Love  impart?, 
When  Men  in  deep  Contrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  Tears,  he  counts  their  Groans^ 
His  Son  redeems  their  Souls  from  Death  j 
His  Sp/irit  heals  their  broken  Bones, 

They  in  his  Praife  employ  their  Breath. 

PSALM  34.    v.  I—- 10.    Fir/}  Part, 
Common  Metre. 

Prayer  and  Praife  jor  eminent  Deliverance, 

2  I'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  Day  to  Day; 
1     How  good  are  ail  his  Ways  I 

Ye  humble  Souls  that  ufe  to  pray, 

Come,  help  my  Lips  to  praife. 
%  Sing  to  the  Honour  of  his  Name, 

How  a  poor  Suff'rer  cry'd, 
Nor  was  his  Hope  expos'd  to  Shame, 

Nor  was  his  Suit  deny'd. 

3  When  threatening  Sorrows  round  me  flood, 

And  endlefs  Fears  arofe,  Like 


it  PSALM    XXXIV. 

Like  the  loud  Billows  of  a  Flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  Woes  : 

4  I  told  th  -  Lord  my  fore  Diftreft, 

With  heavy  Groans  and  Tears, 
He  gave  my  ftiarpeft  Torments  eafe, 
And  filenc'd  all  my  Fears. 
PAUSE. 

5  [O  Sinners,  come  and  tafte  his  Love, 

Come,  ltain  his  plealant  Ways, 
And  let  yo  r  own  Fxperience  prove 
The  Sweetnefs  of  his  Grace 

6  He  bids  his  Angels  pitch  their  Tents 

Round  where  his  Children  dwell} 
What  Ills  their  heavenly  Care  prevents, 
No  earthly  Tongue  can  tell.] 

7  [O  love  the  Lcrd,  ye  Saints  of  hisj 

His  Eye  regards  the  Juft  } 
How  richly  bleft  their  Portion  is 

Who  mike  the  Lord  their  Ti  uft  ! 
S  Young  Lions  pinch'd  with  Hunger  roar, 

And  famifh  in  the  Wood  ; 
But  GOD  fupplies  his  holy  Poor 

With  ev'ry  needful  Good.] 

PSALM   34..   <u.  u  —  21.    Second  Part. 
Common  Metre. 

Exhortations  to  Peace  and  Holinefs. 
x  pOME,  Children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
^     And  that  your  Days  be  long, 
Let  not  a  falfeor  fpiteful  Word 
Be  found  upon  your  Tongue. 
%  Depart  from  Mifchief,  pra&ife  Love, 
Purfue  the  Works  of  Peace ; 
So  (hall  the  Lord  your  Ways  approve, 
And  fet  your  Souls  at  Eafe. 
3  His  Eyes  awake  to  guard  the  Juft, 
His  Ear*  attend  their  Cry ; 

When 


PSALM    XXXV.  6y 

When  broken  Spirits  dwell  in  Duft, 
The  G  O  D  of  Grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  tho'  the  Sorrows  here  they  tafte 

Are  fliarp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at  lad, 
Is  their  Supporter  now. 

5  Evil  (hall  fmite  the  Wicked  dead  j 

But  GOD  fecures  his  own, 
Prevens  the  Mischief  when  they  flide8 
Or  heals  the  broken  Bone. 

6  When  Defolation,  like  a  Flood, 

O'er  the  proud  Sinner  rolls, 

Saints  find  a  Refuge  in  their  God, 

For  he  redeem'd  their  Souls. 

P  S  A  L  M  35.    <v.  1 —  9.  Firji  Part. 
Prayer  and  Faith  of  per/edited  Saints  j  or,  Imfre* 

cations  mixed  <with  Charity. 
1  VfOW  plead  my  Caufe,  Almighty  God, 
1N     With  all  the  Sons  of  Strife  j 
And  fight  againft  the  Men  of  Blood, 
Who  fight  againft  my  Life, 
s  Draw  out  thy  Spear,  and  Hop  their  Way, 
Lift  thine  avenging  Rod  j 
But  to  my  Soul  in  Mercy  fay, 
"  I  am  thy  Saviour  God" 

3  They  plant  their  Snares  to  catch  my  Feet, 

And  Nets  of  Mifchief  fpread  j 
Plunge  the  Deftroyers  in  the  Pit 
That  their  own  Hands  have  made. 

4  Let  Fogs  and  Darknefs  hide  their  Way, 

And  flippery  be  their  Ground  j 
Thy  Wrath  ihall  make  their  Lives  a  Prey9 
And  all  their  Rage  confound. 

5  They  fly  like  Chaff  before  the  Wind, 

Before  thine  angry  Breath  j     . 
The  Angel  of  the  Lord  behind 
Purfues  them  down  to  death. 

6  They 


6+  PSALM    XXXV. 

6  They  love  the  Road  that  leads  to  Hell;    : 

Then  let  the  Rebels  die, 
Whofe  Malice  is  implacable 
Againft  the  Lord  on  high. 

7  But  if  thou  halt  a  chofen  Few 

Amongft  that  impious  Race  ; 
Divide  them  from  the  bloody  Crew 
By  thy  furprizing  Grace. 
t  Then  will  I  raife  my  tuneful  Voice 
To  make  thy  Wonders  known  ; 
In  their  Salvation  I'll  rejoice, 
And  blefs  thee  for  my  own. 

PSALM     35.     v.  12,  13,  14.     Second  Part. 
Love  to  Enemies ;  or,  The  Love  o/Chrift  to 
Sinners,  typified  in  David. 
1  T>  E  H  O  L  D  the  Love,  the  generous  Love, 
D     That  holy  David  mows; 
Hark,  how  his  founding  Bowels  move 
To  his  afflicled  Foes  ! 
a  When  they  are  fick,  his  Soul  complain*, 
And  feems  to  feel  the  Smart  j 
The  Spirit  of  the  Gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  Heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  Tears  condole 

As  for  a  Brother  dead ! 
And  fading  mortify'd  his  Soul, 
While  for  their  Life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd  and  curs'd  him  on  their  Bed, 

Yet  ftill  he  pleads  and  mourns  ; 
And  double  Bleflings  on  his  Head 
The  righteous  GOD  returns. 

5  O  glorious  Type  of  heav'nly  Grace  ! 

Thus  Chrifi  the  Lord  appears; 
While  Sinners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  Tears. 

6  He,  the  true  David,  ljry*l*t  King, 

Bleft  and  belov'd  of  GOD, 

To 


PSALM    XXXVI,  5| 

To  fave  us  Rebels  dead  in  Sin, 
Paid  his  own  deareft  Blood. 

P  S  A  L  M  36.  v.  5— -9.    Long  Metre. 

'The  Perfections  and  Providence  of  God  $  or,  Gene* 
ral  Providence,  and  Special  Grace. 

1  TJIGH  in  the  Heav'ns,  eternal  GOD, 
"  Thy  Goodnefs  in  full  Glory  mines  j 
Thy  Truth  (hall  break  thro'  every  Cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  Defigns. 

2,  For  ever  firm  thy  Juftice  ftands, 
As  Mountains  their  Foundations  keep  \ 
Wife  are  the  Wonders  of  thy  Hands, 
Thy  Judgments  are  a  mighty  Deep. 

3  Thy  Providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  Man  and  Beaft  thy  Bounty  mare ; 
The  whole  Creation  is  thy  Charge, 
But  Saints  are  thy  peculiar  Care. 

4  My  GOD!  how  excellent  thy  Grace, 
Whence  all  our  Hope  and  Comfort;  fprings  | 
The  Sons  of  Adam  in  Diftrefs 

Fly  to  the  Shadow  of  thy  Wings. 

5  From  the  Provifions  of  thy  Houfe 
We  dial  I  be  fed  with  fweet  Repaft  j 
There  Mercy  like  a  River  flows, 
And  brings  Salvation  to  our  Tafte. 

6  Life  like  a  Fountain  rich  and  free 
Springs  from  the  Prefence  of  my  Lord  j 
And  in  thy  Light  our  Souls  (hall  fee 
The  Glories  promis'd  in  thy  Wrord. 

PSALM  36.  r,  2,  5,  6,  7,  9.    Common  Metre, 

VraSical  Atbeifm  expos Wj  or,   The  Being  and 

Attributes  of  God  ajferted, 

7,  tX7  H IL  E  Men  grow  bold  in  wicked  Ways, 

v  v      And  yet  a  G  O  D  they  own, 

My  Heart  within  me  often  fays, 

*'  Their  Thoughts  believe  there's  none." 

%  Their 


6$  PSALM    XXXVI. 

a  Their  Thoughts  and  Ways  at  once  declare 
(  Whateer  their  Lips  profefs) 
GOD  hath  no  Wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  Grace, 
j  What  ftrange  Self-flatt'ry  blinds  their  Eyesf 
But  there's  a  haft'ning  Hour, 
When  they  fliall  fee  with  (ore  Surprize 
The  Terrors  of  thy  Pow'r. 
4.  Thy  Juftice  (hall  maintain  its  Throne, 
Tho'  Mountains  melt  away  ; 
Thy  Judgments  are  a  World  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathom'd  Sea. 

5  Above  thefe  Heav  Vs  created  Rounds 

Thy  Mercies,  Lord,  extend: 
Thy  Truth  out-lives  the  narrow  Bounds, 
Where  Time  and  Nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  Man  thy  Goodnefs  brings, 

Nor  overlooks  the  Beaft  j 
Beneath  the  Shadow  ©f  thy  Wings 
Thy  Children  chufe  to  reft. 

7  [From  Thee,  when  Creature-Streams  run  low, 

And  mortal  Comforts  die, 
Perpetual  Springs  of  Life  fhall  flow, 
And  raife  our  Pleafures  high. 

8  Tho*  all  created  Light  decay, 

And  Death  clofe  up  our  Eyes, 
Thy  Prefence  makes  eternal  Day, 
Where  Clouds  can  never  rife.] 

P  S  A  L  M   36.    v.  x— 7.    Short  Metre. 
7he  Wukednefs  of  Man,  and  the  Majefty  of  God  j 

or,  Practical  Atheifm  expcfed. 
1  TX7  HEN  Man  grows  bold  in  Sin, 
vv      My  Heart  within  me  cries, 
"  He  hath  no  Faith  of  God  within, 
"  Nor  Fear  before  his  Eyes." 
*  [He  walks  a-while  conceil'd 
In  a  Self-flattVing  Dream, 

5  Till 


PSALM    XXXVII.  £r 

Till  his  dark  Crimes  at  once  revealed, 

Expofe  his  hateful  Name. 3 
3  His  Heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  Words  arefmooth  and  fairj 

Wifdom  is  baniuVd  from  his  Soul, 

And  leaves  no  Goodnefs  there. 
4.  He  plots  upon  his  Bed 

New  Mifchiers  to  fulfil, 

He  fets  his  Heart,  and  Hand,  aad  Head, 

Topraaife  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  GOD, 
Tho'  Men  renounce  his  Fear  ; 
His  Juftice  hid  behind  the  Cloud, 
Shall  one  great  Day  appear. 

6  His  Truth  tranfcends  the  Sky, 
In  Heav'n  his  Mercies  dwell  ,• 
Deep  as  the  Sea  his  Judgments  lie, 
His  Anger  burns  to  Hell. 

7  How  excellent  his  Love, 
Whence  all  our  Safety  fprings  ! 
G  never  let  my  Soul  remove 
From  underneath  his  Wings. 

PSALM    37.  v.  1—15.    Firjf  Pari, 

The  Cure  of  Envy,  Fretfulnefs,  and  Unbelief;  or, 
The  Rewards  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked;  or' 
The  World's  Hatred,  and  the  Saint  s  Patience. 

1  XX7  H  \r  mould  I  vex  my  Soul,  and  fret 
vr      To  fee  the  Wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  Sinners  waxing  great 
By  Violence  and  Lies, 
a  As  flow'ry  Grafs  cut  down  at  Noom, 
Before  the  Evening  fades, 
So  fhall  their  Glories  vanifli  foon 
In  everlafting  Shades. 
3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  Ttufi, 
And  pra&ife  all  that's  good  j 

D  So 


<&  PSALM    XXXVII. 

So  mail  I  dwell  among  the  Jaft, 
And  he'll  provide  me  Food. 

4  I  to  my  GOP  my  Ways  commit, 

And  chearf  ul  wait  his  Will  j 
Thy  Hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  Feet, 
Shall  my  Defires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  Innocence  (halt  thou  difplay, 

And  make  thy  Judgments  known, 
Fair  as  the  Light  of  dawning  Day, 
And  glorious  as  the  Noon. 

6  The  Meek  at  laft  the  Earth  poflefs, 

And  are  the  Hens  of  Heav'n  ; 
True  Riches  with  abundant  Peace, 
To  humble  Souls  are  giv'n, 
PAUSE. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  Way, 

Nor  let  your  Anger  rife, 
Tho'  Providence  (hould  long  delay 

To  punifli  haughty  Vice. 
2  Let  Sinners  join  to  break  your  Peace, 

And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  j 
The  Lord  derides  them,  for  be  fees 

Their  Day  of  Vengeance  come. 
9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threading  Sword, 

Have  bent  the  murd'rous  Bow, 
To  flay  the  Men  that  fear  the  Lord, 

And  bring  the  Righteous  low. 
jo  My  GOD  fhall  break  their  Bows,  and  burn 

Their  persecuting  Darts  j 
Shall  their  own  Swords  againft  them  turn, 

And  Pain  furprize  their  Hearts. 

PSALM  37.   f.  16,  11,  26— -31.  Second  Part, 
Charity  to  the  Poor  \  or,  Religion  in  Words  and  Deeds, 
j  V17HY  do  the  wealthy  Wicked  boaft, 
*  *      And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meanelt  Portion  of  the  Juft 
Excels  the  Sinner's  Gold. 

a  The 


PSALM    XXXVir.  6} 

a  The  Wicked  borrows  of  his  Friends, 
But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay  j 
The  Saint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  Poor  away. 

3  His  Alms  witlUib'ral  Heart  he  gives 

Anionglt  the  Sons  of  Need  5 
His  MemYy  to  long  Ages  lives. 
And  blefled  is  his  Seed. 

4  His  Lips  abhor  to  talk  prophane, 

To  dander  or  defraud  ; 
His  ready  Tongue  declares  to  Men 
What  he  has  learned  efGOD. 

5  The  Law  and  Gofptl  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  Heart  abide  5 
Led  by  the  Spirit,  and  the  Word, 
His  Feet  fhall  never  Aide. 

6  When  Sinners  fall,  the  Righteous  fland, 

Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  Snare; 
They  mail  poliefs  the  promised  Land, 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

PSALM    37.     <v.  23—37.    Third  Pari. 

The  Way  and  End  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked, 
1  \J[  Y  GOD,  the  Steps  of  pious  Men     * 
■LVA    Are  ordered  by  thy  Will ; 
Tho'  they  mould  fall,  they  rife  again, 
Thy  Hand  fupports  them  ft  ill. 
a  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  Ways, 
Their  Virtue  he  approves ; 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  Grace, 
Nor  leave  the  Man  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nty  Heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  Portion  and  their  Home  j 
He  feeds  them  now,  and  makes  them  Heirs 
Cf  Bleffings  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  Sons  of  Men, 

Nor  fear  when  Tyrants  frown  5 

D  2  v* 


V* 


V  S  A  L  M    XXXVIII. 


Ye  (hall  confefs  their  Pride  was  vain, 
When  Juftice  cafts  them  down. 
PAUSE 
<  The  haughty  Sinner  have  I  feen, 
Not  fearing  Man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  Bay- Tree  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  Arms  abroad. 

6  And,  lo!  he  vanifh'd  from  the  Ground, 

Deftroy'd  by  Hands  unfeen, 
Nor  Root,  nor  Branch,  nor  Leaf  was  found, 
Where  all  that  Pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  Man  of  Righteoufnefs, 

His  fev'ral  Steps  attend  ; 
True  Pleafure  runs  thro'  all  his  Ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  End. 

PSALM     38. 

Guilt  of  Conference  and  Relief  \  or,  Repentance  and 
Prayer  for  Pardon  and  Health. 

1    AMIDST  thy  Wrath  remember  Love, 
**■     Reftore  thy  Servant  Lord, 
Nor  let  a  Father's  Chaft  ning  prove 
Like  an  Avenger's  Sword. 
1  Thine  Arrows  ftick  within  my  Heart, 
My  Flefh  is  forely  preft  $ 
Between  the  Sorrow  and  the  Smart 
My  Spirit  finds  no  Reft. 
3  My  Sins  a  heavy  Load  appear, 
And  o'er  my  Head  are  gone  5 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  attone. 
4.  My  Thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  Sea, 
My  Head  frill  bending  down  j 
And  I  go  mourning  all  the  Day, 
3eneath  ray  Father's  Frown. 
5  Lord,  I  am  weak  and  broken  fore, 
None  of  my  PowVs  are  whole  5 


The 


PSALM    XXXIX,  rs 

The  inward  Anguifh  makes  me  roar, 
The  Anguilh  of  my  Soul. 

6  All  my  Defire  to  Tbee  is  known, 

Thine  Eye  counts  evry  Tear, 
And  evYy  Sigh  and  ev'ry  Groan 
Is  notic'd  by  thine  Ear. 

7  Thou  art  myGOD,  my  only  Hope § 

My  G  O  D  will  hear  my  Cry, 
My  GOD  will  bear  my  Spirit  up^ 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

8  [My  Foot  k  ever  apt  to  aide, 

My  Foes  rejoice  to  fee't  5 
They  raife  their  Pleafure  and  their  Pride, 
When  they  fupplant  ray  Feet. 

9  But  I'll  confefs  my  Guilt  to  Thee, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  Sin  : 
Til  mourn,  how  weak  my  Graces  be, 
And  beg  Support  divine. 
20  My  GOD,  forgive  my  Follies  pa&, 
And  be  for  ever  nigh  , 
O  Lord  of  my  Salvation  hafte, 
Before  thy  Servant  die. 

PSALM    i9.    u  i,  a,  3.    Firjf  Part, 

Watchfulnefs  over  the  Tongue  5  or,  Prudence  and 

Zeal. 
1  ^pHUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
-*■    "  Now  will  I  watch  my  Tongue, 
"  Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  Word, 
"  Or  do  my  Neighbour  Wrong." 
a  And  if  I'm  e'er  conftrain'd  to  ftay 
With  Men  of  Lives  profane, 
I'll  fet  a  double  Guard  that  Day, 
Nor  let  my  Talk  be  vain. 
3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  Lips  to  fpeak 
The  pious  Thoughts  I  feel, 
Left  Scoffers  (hould  th'  Occaiion  take 
To  meek  my  holy  Zeal. 

P3  4  Yet 


74  PSALM    XXXIX. 

4  Yet  if  fome  proper  Hour  appear, 
I'll  not  be  over-aw'd, 
But  let  the  (coffing  Sinners  hear, 
That  we  can  fpeak  for  GOD, 

PSALM  39.  v.  4,  5,  6,  7.  Second  Part, 
The  Vanity  of  Man  as  mortal. 
x  I^EACHmethe  Meafure  of  my  Days, 
A      Thou  Maker  of  my  Frame  j 
I  would  furvey  Life's  narrow  Space, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 
l  A  Span  is  all  that  we  can  boaft, 
An  Inch  or  two  of  Time  j 
Man  is  but  Vanity  and  Duft  j 
In  all  his  Flow'r  and  Prime. 
3  See  the  vain  Race  of  Mortals  move 
Like  Shadows  o'er  the  Plain  j 
They  rage  and  ftrive,  defire  and  love, 
But  all  the  Noife  is  vain. 
4.  Some  walk  in  Honour's  gaudy  Show, 
Some  dig  for  golden  Ore, 
They  toil  for  Heirs  they  know  not  who, 
And  ftrait  are  feen  no  more. 
I  What  ftiould  I  wifh  or  wait  for  then 
From  Creatures,  Earth  and  Duft? 
They  make  our  Expectations  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  Truft. 
6  Now  1  forbid  my  carnal  Hope, 
My  fond  Defires  recal ; 
I  give  my  mortal  Int'reft  up, 
And  make  my  G  O  D  my  All. 

P  S  A  L  M  39.    v.  9— 13.    'Third  Part. 
Sick-bed  Devotion  j  or,   Pleading  without  Repining 
j  p  O  D  of  my  Life  look  gently  down, 

***     Behold  the  Pains  I  feel ; 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  Throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  Will.  a  Difeafej 


P  8  A  L  M    XL. .  ty 

%  Difeafes  are  thy  Servants,  Lord, 
They  come  at  thy  Command ; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  Word, 
Againft  thy  chaft'ning  Hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  Cries, 

Remove  thy  fharp  Rebukesj 
My  Strength  confumes,  my  Spirit  dies,  •» 

Through  thy  repeated  Strokes. 

4  Cruih'd  as  a  Moth  beneath  thy  Hand 

We  moulder  to  the  Duft  j 
Our  feeble  Pow'rs  can  ne'er  withftand,  , 

And  all  our  Beauty's  loft. 

5  [This  mortal  Life  decays  apace, 

How  foon  the  Bubble's  broke  ! 
Adam  and  all  his  num'rous  Race 
Are  Vanity  and  Smoke.] 

6  I'm  but  a  Sojourner  below, 

As  all  my  Fathers  were  j 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  Summons  hear  \ 

7  But  if  my  Life  be  fpar'd  awhile 

Before  my  lait  Remove, 
Thy  Praife  mail  be  my  BuUnefs  dill, 
And  111  declare  thy  Love. 
• 
P  S  A  L  M  40.    <v.  1,  2,  3,  5,  17.   FirJI  Part. 
Common  Metre. 
A  Song  of  Deliverance  from  great  Difirefs, 
i  T  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
*     He  bow'd  to  hear  my  Cry  ; 
He  faw  me  reiling  on  his  Word, 
And  brought  Salvation  nigh. 
%  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  Pit, 
Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
And  from  my  Bonds  releas'd  my  Feet, 
Deep  Bonds  of  miry  Clay. 
3  Firm  on  a  Rock  he  made  me  ftand, 
And  taught  my  chearful  Tongue 

D4  To 


;*  P  8  A  L  M    XL, 

To  praife  the  Wonders  of  his  Hand, 
In  a  new  t hank ft»l>  Song. 

4  Pll  fpread  Wk  Works  ofi  Grace  abroad, 

The  Saints  with  Joy  (hall  hear ; 
And  Sinners  learn  to  make  my  G  O  D 
Their  only  Hope  and  Fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  Thoughts  of  Love  ! 

Thy  Mercies^  Lord,  how  great?  I1 
We  have  not  Words  nor  Hours  enough 
Their  Numbers  to  repeat. 

6  WhenTm  affli&ecr,  poor  and' low, 

And  Light  and'  Peace  depart, 
My  GOD  beholds  my  heavy  Woe, 
And  bears  me  oa  his* Heart. 

P  S  A  L  M  4.0.  *u.  6--^.  Second1  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

7 he  Incarnation  and  SatrifU*  of  Chrift, 

x  rpHUS  faith  the  Lord,  '•Your  Work  is  vain, 
**■      "  Give  your  Bwrnt-Offerings  o'er, 
w  In  dying  Goats-  and  Bullocks  flain 
"  My  Soul  delights1  no  more." 
a  Then  fpaike  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,  I'm  here^ 
"  My  G  O  D,  to  do  thy  Will  j 
"  Whate'er  thy  facred  Books  declare. 
«  Thy  Servant  fhall  fulfil. 
3  M  Thy  Law  is  ever  in  my  Sight, 
"  i  keep:  it  near  my  Heart : 
*''  Mine  Ears  are  open'd  with  Delight 
"  To  what  thy  Lips  impart." 
4.  And  fee  the  Weft  Redeemer  comes, 
Th1  Eternal  Son  appears, 
And  at  th'  appointed  Time  affuraes 
The  Body  GOD  prepares. 
5  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  Grace, 
And  much  his  Truth  he  ftiew'd, 
And  preach'd  the  Way  of  Righteoufnefs 
Where  gi  eat  Ailemblies  flood. 

6  His 


PSALM    XLa  f s 

6  His  Father's  Honour  touchM  his  Heart, 

He  pity'd  Sinners  Cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  Part 
Was  made  a  Sacrifice. 

-    PAUSE. 

7  No  Blood  of  Beafts  on  Altars  flied 

Could  wafh  the  Conscience  clean  5 
But  the  rich  Sacrifice  he  paid, 
Attones  for  all  our  Sin, 

8  Then  was  the  great  Salvation  fpreado 

And  Satan 's  Kingdom  fhook  j 
Thus  by  the  Woman's  promis'd  Seed 
The  Serpent's  Head  was  broke. 

P  S  A  L  M  4.0.    v.  5—10.    Long  Metre, 

Cbriit  our  Sacrifice. 

S  HP  HE  Wonders,  Lord,  thy  Love  has  wrought 
•*-  Exceed  our  Praife,  furmount  our  Thoughts, 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  Derail, 
My  Speech  would  faint,  my  Numbers  fail* 

ft  No  Blo,d  of  Beafts  on  Altarjpilt 

Can  cleanfe  the  Souls  of  Men  from  Guilt i 
But  thou  haft  fet  before  our  Eyes 
An  AH-fufficient  Sacrifice. 

3  Lot  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  Defigns  he  bows  his  Ears| 
AlThn.es  a  Body  well  prepaid, 
And  well  pei  forms  a  Work  fo  hard, 

4  *'  Behold^  I  come  (the  Saviour  cries, 
With  Love  and  Duty  in  his  Eyes) 

i(  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  Load 
"  Of  Sine,  and  do  thy  WilS,  my  G02X 
£  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  Decree, 
i(  'Tis  in  thy  BGok  foretold  cf  Me> 
"  I  mutt  fulfil  the  Saviour's  Part, 
•  ■  A&d  Iq  1  jhy  Law  is  in  mv  8$3aU 


^5  PSALM   XLIL 

6  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  Law, 
u  And  Rebels  to  Obedience  draw, 
"  When  on  my  Crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 
"  Or  to  my  Crown  above  the  Sky. 

7  "  The  Spirit  (hall  defcend  and  (how 

"  What  thou  haft  done,  and  what  I  do; 

"  The  wond'ring  World  fliall  learn  thy  Grace> 

"  Thy  Wifdom  and  thy  Righteoufnefs." 

PSALM    4i„    c\  i,  «,  3. 

Chart tj  to  the  Poor  ;  or,  Pity  ta  the  Afflifled. 

3    n  L  E  S  T  is  the  Man  whofe  Bowels  move, 
*->  And  melt  wih  Pity  to  the  Poor; 
Whofe  Soul,  by  f\  mpathizing  Love, 
Feeis  what  his  Fellow-Saints  endure. 

a  His  Heart  contrives  for  their  Relief 
More  Good  than  his  own  Hands  can  do  j 
He,  in  the  Time  of  general  Grief, 
find  the  Lord  has  Bowels  too. 

3  His  Soul  mail  live  fee n re  ©n  Earth, 
With  fecret  BleiTings  on  his  Head  ; 

When  Drought,  and  Peftilence,  and  Dearth,. 
Around  him  multiply  their  Dead. 

4  Or,  if  he  languifh  on  his  Couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  Sins  forgiv'n, 
Will  lave  him  with  a  healing  Touch, 
Or  take  bis  willing  Soul  to  Heav'n. 

PSALM  42.     a/.  3  —  5.     FirJ  Part. 
Defer  lion  and  Hope ;  or,   Complaint  of  Abftnce  from 

'  /".  Lie  Wo-jhip. 
1   \fj\  T  H  earn  pit  Longings  of  the  Mind, 
y  V      My  G  O  D  to  Thee  I  look  ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  Hart  to  find, 
And  taile  the  cooling  Brook. 
a  When  {hall  I  fee  thy  Courts  of  Grace, 
And  meet  my  God  agaja^ 

9c 


PSALM    XLUi 

So  long  an  Abfence  from  thy  Face 
My  Heart  endures  with  Pain, 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  Soul, 

And  Tears  are  my  Repaft  ; 
The  Foe  infults  without  Controul, 
"  And  Where's  your  GOD  at  la  ft  t\ 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  Pleafure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  Days ; 
Then  to  thy  Houfe  did  Numbers  go, 
And  ail  our  Work  was  Praife. 

5  But  why,  my  Soul,  funk  down  fo  far 
.    Beneath  this  heary  Load  ? 

Why  do  my  Thoughts  indulge  Defpair, 
And  fin  againit  my  G  O  D  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whole  mighty  Hand 

Can  all  thy  Woes  remove  5 
For  I  fnall  yet  before  him  ftand, 
And  fing  reftoring  Love, 

PSALM  41.    <v.  6— 11,    Second  Fart. 

Melancholy    Thoughts    reproved  5     or,     Hope    in 

Affiaions. 

2  V/f  Y  Spirits  fink  within  me,  Lord, 
***  But  I  will  call  thy  Name  to  mind  j 
And  Times  of  paft  Diftrefs  record, 
When  I  have  found  my  GOD  was  kind. 

%  Huge  Troubles,  with  tumultuous  Ncife3 
Swell  like  a  Sea,  and  round  me  fpread  \ 
Thy  Water-fpouts  drown  all  my  Joys, 

.     And  rifing  Waves  roll  o'er  my  Head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  Love, 
When  I  addrefs  his  Throne  by  Day, 
Nor  in  the  Night  his  Grace  remove  \ 
The  Night  fhall  hear  me  fip.g  and  pray, 

4  I'll  cart  mvfelf  before  his  Feet, 

And  fay,  "  My  GOD,  my  heav'nly  Rock, 
•*  Why  doth  thy  Love  fo  long  forget 
"  Tire  Soulthat  groans  beneath  thy  Stroke  " 
P  6  s  EH 


75  F'S  A  L  M    XLIV. 

5  1*11  chide  my  Heart  that  finks  fo  low, 
Why  fhould  my  Soul  indulge  her  Grief? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife  him  too  j 
He  is  my  Reft,  my  hire  Relief. 

6  Thy  Light  and  Truth  fli3ll  guide  me  ftill, 
Thy  Word  mall  my  belt  Thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'niy  Hill, 

My  GOD,  my  molt  exceeding  Joy. 

PSALM  44.    <v.  1,  2,  3,  8,  15—16. 

The  Cbidrcfrs  Complaint  on  Ferfecutton. 
I  T  O  R  0,  we  have  heard  thy  Works  of  old, 
•*-'  Thy  Works  of  PowY  and  Grace  j 
When  to  our  Ears  our  Fathers  told 
The  Wonders  of  their  Days, 
-a  Kovv  thou  didft  buiid  thy  Chuiches  here, 
And  make  thy  Gofpel  known  ; 
Amongft  them  did  thine  Arm  appear, 
Thy  Light  and  Glory  (hone. 

3  In  GOD  they  boalted  all  the  Day, 

And  in  a  chearful  Throng 
Lid  Thousands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  Grace  was  aii  their  Song. 

4  But  now  our  Souls  are  feiz'd  with  Shame, 

Confufion  fills  our  Face, 
To  hear  the  E:.tii;y  bialpheme, 
/•  no  Fci  It-  up:  each  thy  Grace. 
$  Vet  have  we  not  forgot  our  GOD, 
Nor  fal-fly  dealt  with  Heav'n, 
Not  have  our  Steps  declin'd  the  Road, 
.    Of  Duty  thou  haft  giv'n. 
6  The'  Dragons  all  around  us  roar, 
V.  ith  their  destructive  Breath, 
Ard  thine  own  Hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore, 
HarS  by  the  Gates  oi  Death, 
P'A  U  S  E. 

5  We  are  exposed  all  Day  to  die 

At  Martyft  tpt  thy  Caufti 


*• 


PSALM    XLVc  n 

As  Sheep  for  Slaughter,  bound  we  lie 
By  fharp  and  bloody  Laws, 
g  Awake,  arife,  Almighty  Lord, 
Why  fleeps  thy  wonted  Grace  I 
Why  fhould  we  look  like  Men  abhorr'ctj, 
Or  banim'd  from  thy  Face  > 
9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  call  usoffj 
And  ftill  neglect  our  Cries  ? 
For  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  Love, 
From  o  jr  afflicted  Eyes  ? 
io  Down  to  the  Duft  our  Soul  is  bow'd, 
And  dies  upon  the  Ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  Help,  rebuke  the  Proud, 
And  all  their  Pow'rs  confound. 
ii  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  Shame, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  GOD; 
We  plead  the  Honours  of  thy  Name, 
The  Merits  of  thy  Blood. 

PSALM  45.    Short  Metre. 

The  Glory  of  Chrift,  The  Succefs  of  the  Gofpel,  and 
the  Gentile  Church, 

2  V/f  Y  Saviour  and  my  King, 
•*•*-■■  Thy  Beauties  are  divine  ; 
Thy  Lips  with  Blefiings  overflow, 

And  ev'ry  Grace  is  thine. 
%  Now  make  tny  Giory  known, 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  Sword, 
And  ride  in  Majefty  to  fpread 
The  Conquefts  of  thy  Word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  Foes, 

Or  melt  their  Hearts  t1  obey, 
While  Juftice,  Meeknefs,  Grace  and  Truths 
Attend  thy  glorious  Way. 
%  Thy  Laws,  O  GOD,  are  right  5 
Thy  Throne  fhall  ever  ftand  ; 
And  thy  victorious  Gofpel  proves^ 
h  Scepte*  in  thy  Hand,  * 

S  £Thy 


§3  PSALM    XLV, 

5  [Thy  Father  and  thy  GOD 
Hath  without  Meafure  fhed 
His  Spirit,  like  a  joyful  Oil, 
T' anoint  thy  facred  Head.] 
«  [Behold,  at  thy  Right-hand, 
The  Gentile  Church  is  feen, 
Like  a  fair  Bride  in  rich  Attire, 
And  Princes  guard  the  Queen.] 

7  Fair  Briele,  receive  his  Love, 

Forget  thy  Father's  Houfe  ; 
Fcrfake  thy  Gods,  thy  Idol-Gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  tky  Vows. 

8  O  let  thy  GOD  and  King 

Thy  fweeteft  Thoughts  employ; 
Thy  Children  mail  his  Honour  fing 
In  Palaces  of  Joy. 

PSALM  45.    Common  Metre. 
The  perfcnal  Glories  and  Government  o/Xhrift 

1  T'LL  fpeak  the  Honours  of  my  King, 
•*•  His  Form  divinely  fair  ; 
None  of  the  Sons  of  mortal  Race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 
3  Sweet  is  thy  Speech,  and  heav'nly  Grace 
Upon  thy  Lips  is  died  ; 
Thy  GOD  with  Bleflings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  (acred  Head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  Sword,  victorious  Prince  j 

Ride  with  majeftic  Sway  ; 
Thy  Terror  fhall  ltyike  through  thy  Foes, 
And  make  the  World  obey. 

4  Thy  Throne,  O  GOD,  for  ever  (lands, 

Thy  Word  of  Grace  fhall  prove 
A  peaceful  Scepter  in  thy  Hands, 
To  rule  the  Saints  by  Love 

5  Juftice  and  Truth  attend  thee  ftil), 

£ut  Mercy  is  thy  Choice  ; 


And 


PSALM    XLV,  u 

And  GOD,  thy  GOD,  thy  Soul  (hall fill 
With  mcll  peculiar  Joys. 

P  S  A  L  M  45.    Firji  Part.    Long  Metre, 
The  Glory  of  Chrift,  and  Power  of  his  Go/pel, 

j   XT  O  W  be  my  Heart  infpir'd  to  fing 
^    The  Glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jefus  the  Lord  ;  how  heav'nly  fair 
His  Form  I'  how  bright  his  Beauties  are  1 

a  O'er  all  the  Sons  of  frtrman  Race 
He  mines  with  a  fuperior  Grace  ; 
Love  from  his  Lips  divinely  flows, 
And  Bleffings  all  his  State  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  Arms,  moll  mighty  Lord^ 
Gird  on  the  Terror  of  thy  Sword, 

In  Majefty  and  Glory  ride 

With  Truth  and  Meeknefs  at  thy  Side, 

4  Thine  Anger,  like  a  pointed  Dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  Foes  of  ltubborn  Heart  j 
Or  Words  of  Mercy  kind  and  fweet, 
Shall  melt  the  Rebels  at  thy  Feet. 

5  Thy  Throne,  O  G  O  D,  for  ever  (lands, 
Grace  is  the  Scepter  in  thy  Hands  j 

Thy  Laws  and  Works  are  juft  and  right, 
Juftice  and  Grace  are  thy  Delight. 

6  GOD,  thine  own  GOD,  has  richly  fhsd 
His  Oil  of  Gladnefs  on  thy  Head  5 

And  with  his  facred  Spirit  bleft 
His  firil-born  Son  above  the  reft. 

PSALM   45.    Second  Part,    Long  Metre, 
Chrift  and  bis  Church  ;  or,  The  myfiical  Marriage, 

3  qp  H  E  King  of  Saints,  how  fair  his  Face, 
x    Adorn'd  with  Majefty  and  Grace  ! 
He  comes  with  Bleffings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  Nations  to  his  Lc-ve, 

%  At 


|.  PSALM    XLVL 

%  At  his  Right-hand,  our  Eyes  behold 

The  Queen  array'd  in  pureft  Gold  ; 

The  World  ad  vires  her  heav'nly-Drefs; 

Her  Robe  of  Joy  and  Righteouineis. 
«  He  forms  her  Beauties  like  Ins  own  ; 

He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  Throne; 

Fair  Stranger,  let  thine  Heart  forget 

The  Idols  of  thy  native  State. 
4.  So  (hall  the  King  the  more  rejoice 

In  thee  the  Fav  rite  of  his  Choice  ; 

Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ad  -r'd, 

For  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  O  happy  Hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 
-     To  his  fair  Palace  in  the  Skies, 

And  all  thy  Sons  (a  num'rous  Train) 
Each  like  a  Prince  in  Glory  reign  ! 

6  Let  endlefs  Honours  crown  his  Head  $ 
Let  ev'ry  Age  his  Praifes  fpread  ; 
While  we  with  chearful  Songs  approve 
The  Condefceniions  of  his  Love. 

P  S  A  L  M  46.     Fitf  P^t. 
The  Church's  Safdj  and  Triumph  among  National 

Dejolahom. 
x   C*  O  D  is  the  Refuge  or  his  Saints, 
^  When  Storms  of  fcarpBittxefc  invade; 
E'er  we  can  offer  our  Complaints, 
Behold  him  prefent  with  ins  Aid. 

*  I  et  Mountains  from  their  Seats  be  hurl  d 
Down  to  the  Deep,  and  buried  there: 
Convlfions  fhake  the  fohd  World, 
©ur  Faith  fkall  never  yield  to  Fear, 

*  Loud  may  the  troubled  Ocean  .oar, 
In  facred  Peace  our  Souls  abide, 
Vwnieev'ry  Nation,  efty  Shore, 
Trembles  and  dreads  the  fuelling  Tide. 

*  There  is  a  Stream  whofe  gentle  Flow 

'  supplici  the  City  of-  our  GOxM  ^^ 


PSALM    XLM.  Z? 

Life,  Love  an4  Joy,  ftill  gliding  through, 
And  waiving  our  divine  Abode. 

5  That  facred  Stream,  thine  holy  Word* 
That  all  our  raging  Fear  controuls  : 
Sweet  Peace  thy  Promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  Strength  to  fainting  Souls. 

6  Sion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  Love, 
Secure  againft  a  threatening  Hour  j 
Nor  can  her  firm  Foundations  move, 
Built  on  his  Truth,  and  armM  with  PowY, 

PSALM  46.    Second  Part. 
GOP  fights  far  bis  Church 

i  T   E  T  Sion  in  her  King  rejoice 

*-*  Though  Tyrants  rage,  and  Kingdoms  rSfej 

He  utters  his  Almighty  Voice, 

The  Nations  melt,  the  Tumult  dies. 
%  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 

And  Jacobs  G  O  D  is  ftill  our  Aid ; 

Behold  the  Works  his  Hand  has  wrought, 

What  Befolations  he  has  made. 

3  From  Sea  to  Sea,  through  all  the  Shores, 
He  makes  the  Noife  of  Battle  ceafe  j 
When  from  on  high  his  Thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  World  to  Peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  Bow,  he  cuts  the  Spear, 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  Flame  j 
Keep  Silence  all  the  Earth,  and  hear 
The  Sound  and  Glory  of  his  Name. 

5  "  Be  ftiil,  and  learn  that  IamGOD, 
"  Til  be  exalted  o'er  the  Lands ; 

"  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 
"  But  ftill  my  Throne  in  Jiaw-ftands." 

6  O  Lord  of  Holts,  Almighty  King, 
While  we  fo  near  thy  Prefence  dwell, 
Our  Faith  fhall  fit  fecure,  and  fing 
penance  to  the  Gates  of  Hell* 

PSALM 


H  PSALM    XLVIII. 

P  S  A  L  M  47. 

Chrift  Afcending  and  Reigning* 

1  (\  F  O  R  a  Shout  of  facred  Joy 
^    To  G  O  D  the  fov'reign  King  » 
Let  every  Land  their  Tongues  employ, 
And  Hymns  of  Triumph  fing. 
%  Jefus,  our  GOD,  afcends  on  high  j 
His  heav'nly  Guards  around, 
Attend  him  rifrng  through  the  Sky, 
With  Trumpet's  joyful  Sound. 
5  While  Angels  fhout  and  praife  their  King 
Let  Mortals  learn  their  Strains} 
Let  all  the  Earth  his  Honours  fmg  : 
O'er  all  the  Earth  he  reigns. 
4.  Rehearfe  his  Praife  with  Awe  profound, 
Let  Knowledge  lead  the  Song, 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  Sound 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  Tongue. 

5  In  lfr\l  ftood  his  ancient  Throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chofen  Race  j 
But  now  he  calls  the  World  his  own, 
And  Heathens  tafte  his  Grace. 

6  The  Brttijh  Iflands  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abraham's  G  O  D  is  known, 
While  Pow'j  s  and  Princes,  Shields  and  Swords, 
Submit  before  his  Throne. 

P  S  A  L  M  4.8.     <v.  1—8.     Firji  Part. 
The  Church  is  the  Honour  and  Safety  of  a  Nation* 
j  [pREATis  the  Lord  our  GOD, 
^     And  let  his  Praife  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  Churches  his  Abode, 
His  molt  delightful  Seat, 
a  Thefe  Temples  of  his  Giace, 
How  beautiful  they  ftand  ! 
The  Honours  of  our  native  Place, 
And  Bulwarks  of  our  Land.] 

3  in 


PSALM    XLVIIL  is 

3  In  Sitn  G  O  D  is  known, 

A  Refuge  in  Diftrefs  $ 
How  bright  has  his  Salvation  fhone 
Through  all  her  Palaces  I 

4  When  Kings  againft  her  join'd, 

And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  Confufion  of  the  Mind, 
They  fled  with  hafty  Fear. 

5  When  Navies  tall  and  proud, 

Attempt  to  fpoil  our  Peace, 
He  fends  his  Temped  roaring  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  Seas, 

6  Oft  have  our  Fathers  told, 

Our  Eyes  have  often  feen, 
How  well  our  G  O  D  fecures  the  Fold, 
Where  his  own  Sheep  have  been. 

7  In  ev'ry  new  Diftrefs 

We'll  to  his  Houfe  repair  j 
We'll  think  upon  his  wond'rous  Grace, 
And  feek  Deliv'rance  there. 

P  S  A  L  M  48.  1/.  10—14.   Second  Part. 
The  Beauty  sf  the  Church  \   or,  Go/pel  Worjhip  ana 

Order. 
i  |7  Aft  as  thy  Name  is  known, 
L    The  World  declares  thy  Praife  j 
Thy  Saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  Throne, 
Their  Songs  of  Honour  raife. 
a  With  Joy  fet  Judah  (land, 
On  Stop's  chofcn  Hill, 
Proclaim  the  Wonders  of  thy  Hand, 
And  Counfels  of  thy  Will. 
%  Let  Strangers  walk  around 
The  City  where  we  dwell, 
Compais  and  view  thine  holy  Ground, 
And  mark  the  Building  well. 
4  The  Orders  of  thy  Houfe, 
The  W©rfhip  of  thy  Court, 

The 


16  PSALM    XLIX. 

The  chearful  Songs,  the  folerwi  Vowa, 
And  make  a  fair  Report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  Pomp  that  charms  the  Eyes, 
And  Rites  adorn'd  with  Gold. 

6  The  GODwe  worfhip  now, 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die, 
Will  be  our  GOD  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  Sky. 

PS  ALM  49.  v.  6  —  14.  Firji  Part.  Com.  Met. 

Pride  and  Death  j  or,  'The  Vanity  of  Life  and  Riches. 

1  "yn"  H  Y  doth  the  Maa  of  Riches  grow, 
To  I11  faience  and  Pride, 
To  fee  his  Wealth  and  Honours  flow, 
With  evVy  rifing  Tide  ? 
%  [Why  doth  he  treat  the  Poor  with  Scorn, 
Made  of  the  feifi-fame  Clay, 
And  boalt  as  though  his  Flem  were  born 
Of  better  Dufl  than  they  ?] 

3  Not  all  his  Treafures  can  procure 

His  Soul  a  fhort  Reprieve, 
Redeem  from  Death  one  guilty  Howr, 
Or  rruke  his  Brother  live. 

4  [Life  is  a  Bleffing  can't  be  fold, 

The  Ranfom  is  too  high  \ 
Juftice  will  ne'er  be  bribed  with  Gold, 
That  Man  may  never  die. 

5  He  fees  the  Brutifn  and  the  Wife, 

The  Tim'rous  and  the  Brave, 
Quit  their  Poffeflions,  clofe  their  Eyes, 
And  halten  to  the  Grave 
C  Yet  'tis  his  inw-ard  Thought  and  Pride, 
"  My  HouXe  (hall  ever  ltand  5 
"  Aiad  that  my  Name  may  long  abide, 
"  I'll  give  it  to  my  Land." 

7  Vain 


PSALM    XLIX.  $7 

7  Vain  are  his  Thoughts,  his  Hopes  are  loii> 

How  loon  his  Mem'.y  dies ! 
His  Name  is  written  in  the  Duft, 
Where  his  own  Carcafe  lies.] 
PAUSE. 

8  This  is  the  Folly  of  their  Way  ; 

And  yet  their  Sons,  as  vain, 
Approve  the  Words  their  Fathers  fay, 
And  aft  their  Works  again. 

9  Men  void  of  Wifdom,  and  of  Grace, 

If  Honour  raife  them  high, 
Live  like  the  Beaft,  a  thoughtlefs  Race, 
And  like  the  Beaft  they  die. 
io  [Laid  in  the  Grave  like  (illy  Sheep, 
.  Death  feeds  upon  them  there, 
Till  the  laft  Trumpet  breaks  their  Sleep, 
In  Terror  and  Defpair.] 

P  S  A  L  M  49.    *v.  14,  15.    Second  Part. 
Common  Metre. 

Deaths  and  the  Refurreclion. 

1  "SJE  Sons  of  Pride,  that  hate  the  Juft, 
1    And  trample  on  the  Poor  j 
When  Death  has  brought  you  down  to  Duft, 
Your  Pomp  fliall  rife  no  more. 
s  The  laft  great  Day  fhall  change  the  Scene  j 
When  will  that  Hour  appear? 
When  fhall  the  Juft  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  G  O  D  will  my  naked  Soul  receive, 

When  fep'rase  from  the  Flefh  j 
And  break  the  Prifon  of  the  Grave, 
To  raife  my  Bones  afreih. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlafting  Home, 

TfcT  Inheritance  is  furej 
Let  Men  of  Pride  their  Rage  refume, 
-But  I'll  repine  no  more, 

PSALM 


S*  P  S  A  L  M    L. 


PSALM  49.    Long  Metre. 
*Ibe  rich  S inner' 's  Death,  and  the  Saint'jRefurreSio;:* 
j  TXTH  Y  do  the  Proud  infult  the  Poor, 

*  v    And  boaft  the  large  E(tate6  they  have  ? 

How  vain  are  Riches  to  fecure 

Their  haughty  Owners  from  the  Grave  ! 
z  They  can't  redeem  one  Hour  from  Death 

With  all  the  Wealth  in  which  they  truft  $ 

Nor  give  a  dying  Brother  Breath, 

When  GOD  commands  him  down  to  Duft. 
3  There  the  dark  Earth  and  difmal  Shade 

Shall  clafp  their  naked  Bodies  round  ; 

That  Flefh  fo  delicately  fed, 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  Ground. 
4.  Like  thoughtlefs  Sheep  the  Sinner  dies, 

Laid  in  the  Grave  for  Worms  to  eat  j 

The  Saints  fhall  in  the  Morning  rife, 

And  find  th'Oppreflbr  at  their  Feet. 
<;  His  Honours  perifh  in  the  Duft, 

And  Pomp,  and  Beauty,  Birth  and  Blood  j 

That  glorious  Day  exalts  the  Juft 

To  full  Dominion  o'er  the  Proud. 
6  My  Saviour  mail  my  Life  reftore, 

And  raife  me  from  my  dark  Abode; 

My  Flefti  and  Soul  (hall  part  no  more, 

But  dwell  for  ever  near  my  G  O  D. 

PSALM  50.  or.  1— 6.  Firjl  Part.   Com.  Met. 

'The  lafl  Judgment  5  or,  The  Saints  rewarded. 
1  npHE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  Throae 
-*•    Bids  the  whole  Earth  draw  nigh  $ 
The  Nations  near  the  rifing  Sun, 
And  near  the  IVefiern  Sky. 
a  No  more  fhall  bold  Blafphemers  fay, 
"  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  j" 
No  more  abufe  his  long  Delay, 
To  Impudence  and  Sin.. 

3  ThronM 


PSALM    L  g9 

3  Thron'd  on  a  Cloud  our  GOD  mall  come, 

Bright  Flames  prepare  his  Way  j 
Thunder  and  Darknefs,  Fire  and  Storm, 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  Day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  Call  fhall  hear, 

Attending  Angels  come, 
And  Earth  and  Hell  fhall  know  and  fear 
His  Juftice  and  their  Doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  Saints  (he  cries)    . 

**  That  made  their  Peace  with  GOD 
«■  By  the  Redeemer's  Sacrifice, 

"  And  feald  it  with  his  Blood. 
C  "  Their  Faith  and  Works  brought  forth  to 

"  Shall  make  the  World  confefs,       [Light, 
"  My  Sentence  of  Reward  is  right, 

"  And  Heav'n  adore  my  Grace." 

PSALM  50.  <v.  jo,  ir,  14,  15,  23,  zd.  Part. 

Common  Metre. 

Obedience  is  better  than  Sacrifice. 

1  rpHUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  The  fpacious Fields, 
•*■    "  And  Flocks  and  Herds  are  mine  j 
"  O'er  all  the  Cattle  of  the  Hills 
"  I  claim  a  Right  divine 
z  "  I  afk  no  Sheep  for  Sacrifice, 

"  Nor  Bullocks  burnt  with  Fire  j 
"  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife^ 
f{  Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  "  Call  upon  me  when  Trouble's  near, 

"  My  Hand  fhall  fet  thee  free  j 
«  Then  fhall  thy  thankful  Lips  declare, 
"  The  Honour  due  to  me. 

4  "  The  Man  that  offers  humble  Praife, 

"  He  glorifies  me  belt } 
"  And  thofe  that  tread  my  holy  Ways, 
M  Shall  my  Salvation  tails." 

PSALM 


So  P  S  A  L  M    L. 

PSALM  50.  v.  i,  5,  8,  16,  4i,  zi.  72/r<f  far/. 
Common  Metre. 
The  Judgment  of  Hypocrites. 
x  WHEN  Chrtji  to  Judgment  ihall  defcend, 
vv    And  Saints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  Nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  Word, 
a  "  Nor  for  the  Want  of  Bullocks  (lain 
"  Will  I  the  World  reprove, 
"  Altars  and  Rites,  and  Forms  are  vain, 
"  Without  the  Fire  of  Love. 
3  "  And  what  have  Hypocrites  to  do 
««  To  bring  their  Sacrifice  ? 
"  They  call  my  Statutes  juft  and  true, 
*«  But  deal  in  Theft  and  Lies. 
4.  "  Could  you  expecl  t'  efcape  my  Sight, 
"  And  fin  without  Controul  ? 
"  But  I  mall  bring  your  Crimes  to  Light, 
"  With  Anguidi  in  your  Soul." 
5  Confider,  ye  that  flight  the  Lord, 
Before  his  Wrath  appear  j 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  Sword, 
There's  no  Deli v'rer  there. 

PSALM  50.    Third  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Hypocrijy  Expofed. 

,  rpHE  Lord  the  Judge  his  Churchei  warns; 

-*-    Let  Hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 

Who  place  their  Hope  in  Rites  and  Forms, 

But  make  not  Faith  nor  Love  their  Care. 

2  Vile  Wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  Name 
With  Lips  of  Falihood  and  Deceit; 

A  Friend  or  Brother  they  defame, 
And  footh  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  Neighbours  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  Face  j 
They  tqke  his  Cov'nant  on  their  Tongue, 
But  break  his  Laws,  abufe  his  Grace. 


P  S  A  L  M    L.  ft 

4  To  Haav'n  they  lift  their  Hands  unclean, 
DenTd  with  Luft,  defiTd  with  Blood  ; 
By  Night  they  praftife  ev'ry  Sin, 
By  Day  their  Mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

$  And  while  his  Judgments  long  delay, 
They  grow  fecure,  and  fin  the  more  ; 
They  think  he  fleeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  Hour. 

«S  O  dreadful  Hour  I  when  God  draws  near, 
And  fets  their  Crimes  before  their  Eyes  I 
His  Wrath  their  guilty  Souls  mall  tear, 
And  no  Deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 

PSALM  50.    To  a  new  Tune, 

The  Lajl  Judgment,  [forth, 

i'THE  Lord,  the  Sovereign,  fends  his  Summon  a 
**■  Calls  the  South  Nations,  and  awakes  the  Norths 
From  Eafi  to  Weft  the  founding  Orders  fpread 
Thro'  diftant  Worlds  and  Regions  of  the  Dead  : 
No  more  mall  Atheifts  mock  his  long  Delay  j 
His  Vengeance  deeps  no  more :  Behold  the  Day. 
a  Behold  the  Judge  defcends ;  his  Guards  are  nigh, 
Tempeft  and  Fire  attend  him  down  the  Sky  : 
Heav'n,  Earth,  and  Hell  draw  near ;  let  all 

[  Things  come 
To  hear  his  Juftice,  and  the  Sinner's  Doom  j 
But  gather  firft  my  Saints  (the  Judge  commands) 
Bring'em,  ye  Angels,  from  their  diftant  Lands. 

3  Behold  my  Covenant  Hands  for  ever  good, 
Seai'd  by  th'  eternal  Sacrifice  in  Blood,     [Jetv, 
And  fign'd  with  all  their  Names  j  the  Greek,  the 
That  paid  the  ancient  Worfhip,  or  the  new, 
There's  no  Diftinclion  here  j  come,  fpread  their 

[Thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  Fav'rites  and  my  Sons. 

4  I  their  Almighty  Saviour  and  their  GOD, 

I  am  their  Judge  j  ye  Heav'ns,  orcclaim  abroad 
£  My 


9*  PSALM    L 

My  juft  eternal  Sentence,  and  declare 
Thoi'e  awful  Truths  that  Sinners  dread  to  hear, 
Sinners  in  Zion,  tremble  and  retire  ; 
I  doom  the  painted  Hypocrite  to  Fire. 

5  Not  for  the  Want  of  Goats  or  Bullocks  flain 
Do  I  condemn  thee :  Bulls  and  Goits  are  vain 
Without  the  Flames  of  Love  ;  In  vain  the  Store 
Of  brutal  OfPrings,  that  were  mine  before  ; 
Mire  are  the  tamer  Beads  and  favage  Breed, 
Flecks,  Herds,  and  Fields,  and  Fcrefts  where 

[they  feed, 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  wou'd  I  afk  thee  Food  ? 
When  did  I  thn  ft,  or  drink  thy  Bullosks  Blood  ? 
Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  Bows, 
Thy  folemn  Chatt'jings  and  fantaltick  Vows ; 
Are  my  Eyes  charm'd  thy  Vettments  to  behold  ? 
G hiring  in  Gem?,  ar-.-d  gay  in  woven  Gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  Wretch  !  how  could'ft  thou  hope 

[to  pleales 
A  G  O  D,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  Toys  as  theft ; 
While  with  my  Grace  &  Statutes  on  thy  Tongue, 
Thcit  lov'il  Deceit,  and  doftthy  Brother  wrong, 
In  vain  to  pious  Forms  thy  Zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  AdultYers  are  thy  chofen  Friends. 

8  Silent  I  waitid  with  long-fuffenng  Love, 

Bit  didft  thou  hope  .that  I  mould  ne'er  reprove? 
And  cherilh  fuch  an  impious  Thought  within? 
ThatGOD  the  Righteous  would  indulge  thy  Bin? 
Behold  my  Terrors  now  ;  my  Thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  Crimes  affright  thy  guilty  Soul. 

9  Sinners,  awake  betimes ;  )e  Fools,  be  wife j 
Awake  before  tfojs  dreadful  Morning  rite  ; 
Change  your  vain  Thoughts,  your  crooked 

[WoTks  amend  ; 
Fly  to  theSavicur,  make  the  Jud^e  your  Friend  ; 
Left  like  a  Lion  his  laft  Vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  Souls,  and  no  Deliverer  near. 

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PSALM    50.   To  the  old  proper  Tune. 

The  laji  Judgment. 

1  rP  HE  God  of  Glory  fends  his  Summons  forth, 
■*•  Calls  the  South  Nations,  and  awakes  the North; 
From  Eaji  to  Weft  the  fov'reign  Ordess  fpread, 
Thro' di'ftant  Worlds  and  Regions  of  the  Dead. 
The  Trumpet  founds-,  Hellinmbks  \  Heaven  r?j:ice:l 
Lift up' jour  'Heads,  ye  Saints ,  tvith  chearfui  Voices* 
a  No  more  (hall  Atheifts  mock  his  long  Delay  ; 
His  Vengeance  deeps  no  more  j  behold  the  Day: 
Behold  the  Judge  defcends,  his  Guards  are  nigh  j 
Tempefts  and  Fire  attend  him  down  the  Sky. 
When  God  appears,  all  Nature  jh ail  adore  him  ; 
While  Sinners  tremble,  Saints  rejoice  before  him, 

[Things  come 

3  M  Keav'n,  Earth,  and  Hell,  draw  near,  let  all 
"  To  hear  my  Jultice,  and  the  Sinner's  Doom  j 

**  Btttgatherfirttmy  Saints  (the  Judge  commands) 
<{  Bring  them,  ye  Angels,  from  their  diftantL?nds. 
When  Ckrifl  returns,  voake  every  chearfui  Paf/ion  5 
Andfhout,ye  Saints,  he  comes  forycur  Salvation, 

4  (l  Behold  my  Cov'nant  ftands  for. ever. good, 

"  SeaVd  by  th'  eternal  Sacrifice  ia  Blood,    ,[Jezc, 
<s  Ard.fign'd  with  all  their  Names ;  the  Gretk,\\\<z 
"  That  paid  the  antient  Worlhip,  or  the  new... 
There's  no  DiftincHon  here,  join  all  your  Voices, 
Andraife  you  Heads,  ye-SainU,  far  Heav'n  rejoices* 

[Throne?, 

5  "  Here  (faith  the  Lord)  ye  Angels,  fpread  their 
"  And  near  me  feat  my  Fav'rites  and  my  Sons. 

u  Come,  my  Redeemed,  poflefs  the  Joys  prepar'd 
"  E'er  Time  began  3  'tis  your  divine  Reward, 
When  Chrift  returns,  v:ake  every  chearfui  Paffion  j 
And fhout,  ye  Saints,  he  comes  for  your  Salvation, 


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P  A  U  S  E  the  Firft. 

6  "  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th*  Almighty  GOD, 

«<  I  am  the  Judge:  Ye  Heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
"  My  juft  eternal  Sentence,  and  declare 
"  Thofe  awful  Truths  that  Sinners  dread  to  hear. 
When  GOD  appears,  all  Nature  /ball  adore  him  \ 
White  Sinners  tremble,  Saints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  "  Stand  forth  thou  bold  Blafphemer  &  Profane, 
i(  Now  feel  my  Wrath,  nor  call  my  Threatnings 

[vain  j 
"  Thou  Hypocrite,  once  dreft  in  Saint's  Attire, 
"  I  doom  the  painted  Hypocrite  to  Fire. 

Judgment  proceeds  y  Hell  trembles ;  Hea<v"n  rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  Heads,  ye  Saints,  'with  ch  earful  Vaices. 
.8  "  Not  for  the  Want  of  Goats  or  Bullocks  (lain 
'*  Do  I  condemn  thee  j  Bulls  and  Goatsare  vain 
"  Without  the  Flame  of  Love :  In  vain  the  Store 
**  Of  brutal  Offrings  that  were  mine  before. 
Earth  is  the  Lord's,  all  Nature  /hall  adore  him  \ 
While  Sinners  tremble,  Saints  rejoice  before  him. 

9  lt  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  aflc  thee  Food  ? 

«•  When  did  Ithirit  or  drink  thy  Bullocks  Blood? 
*'  Mine  are  the  tamer  Beaits  and  favage  Breed, 
•«  Flocks,  Herds  and  Fields,  and  Forefts  where 

[they  feed. 
Ml  is  the  Lord's,  he  rules  the  <voide  Creation ; 
Gives  Sinners  Vengeance,  and  the  Saints  Salvation. 

10  »  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  Bows, 
<"  Thy  folemn  Chatt'rings  and  fantaftick  Vows  ? 
"  Are  my  Eyes  charmM  thy  Veftments  to  behold 
««  Glaring  in  Gems,  and  gay  in  woven  Gold  ? 
God  is  (he  Judge  of  Hearts  j  no  fair  Dtfguifes 
Confer  ten  tht  Guilty,  ivhfpi  his  Vengeance  rifes. 

P  A  tf  S  E 


PSALM    Lo  I  t  j 

P  A  U  S  "£  the  Second; 

ii  "  Unthinking  Wretch  !    how  could'ft  thou 

[hope  to  pleafe 
"  A  GOD,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  Toys  as  thefe  ? 
u  While  with  my  Grace  and  Statutes  on  thy 

[Tongue, 
•*  Thou  Jov'ft  Deceit,  and  doft  thy  Brother  wrcngj 
Judgment  proceeds  j  Hell  trembles  ;  Heart n  rejoices  j 
Lift  up  your  Heads,  ye  Saints,  'with  cbearful  Voices. 
it  "  In  vain  to  pious  Forms  thy  Zeal  pretends, 
"'  Thieves  &  Adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  Frienda> 
H  While  the  falfe  Flatt'rer  at  my  Altar  waits, 
"  His  harden'd  Soul  divine  Inftruttion  hates. 
Cod  is  tie  Judge  of  Hearts,  no  fair  Difguifes 
Can  fereen  the  Guilty,  <when  bis  Vengeance  rifes. 

13  "  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fuffering  Love* 

"  But  didit  thou  hope  that  I  {houid  ne'er  reprove? 
**  And  cheriffi  fuch  an  impious  Thought  within, 
•'  That  the  All-holy  would  indulge  thy  Sin  ? 
See,  God  appears,  all  Nature  joins  ?  adore  him-, 
Judgment  proceeds,  and  Sinners  fall  before  him. 

14  "  Bthold  my  Terrors  now ;  my  Thunders  roll, 
w  And  thy  own  Crimes  affright  thy  guilty  Soul! 
«  Now  like  a  Lion  fliall  my  Vengeance  tear 

••  Thy  bleeding  Heart,  and  no  Deliv'rer  near." 
Judgment  concludes ;  Hell  trembles  j  Heart n  rejoices  j 
Lift  up  your  Heads,  ye  Saints,  ivitb  chearful  Voice  s\ 

Epiphonema. 
Sinners,  awake  betimes ;  ye  Fools,  be  wife  j 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  Morning  rife,    , 
Change  your  vain  Thoughts,  your  crooked  Works 
t?i  ,  [amend, 

Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  Friend. 
i7j6*»  join  ye  Saints  1  Wake  ertry  ch earful  Paffion  \ 
Wben  €hrijl  returns,  he  comes  for  your  Salvation. 
E  3  PSALM 


$6  P  &  A  L.M    LI, 

PSALM   51.    Firji  Part.    Long  Metre. 
A  Penitent  pleading  for  Pardon. 
3   CHEW  Pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  forgive, 

0  Let  a  repenting  Rebel  live  j 

Are  not  th>;  Mercies,  large  and  free; 
May  not  a  Sinner  truft  in  Thee  ? 
t  My  Crimes. are  great,  but  not  ftfrpafs 
The  PpwY  and  Qlory  of  thy  Grace  j   . 
Great  G  OD,.  thy  Nature  hurt). no  Bound, 
[}o  let  thy  pard'ning  Love  be  found. 

3  O  warn  my  Soul  from  ev'ry  Sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  Conference  clean  j 
Here. on  my  Heart  the  Burden  lies, 
And  paft  Offences  pain  mine  Eyes. 

4  My  Lips  with  Shame  my  Sins  confefs 
Ag.tinft  thy  Law",  agairift  thy  Grace  : 
Lord,  mould  thy-Ju  Igment  grow  fevere, 

1  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

r  Should  fudden  Vengeance  feize  my  Breath, 
I  mull  pronounce  Thee  juft  in  Death  : 
And  if  my  Soul  were  fent  to  Hell, 
Thy  righteous  Law  approves  it  well. 

(j  Yet  fave  a  trembling  Sinner,  Lord, 
Whofe  Hope  Mill  hov'ring  round  thy  Word, 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  Promife  there, 
"Some  fure  Support  againft  Defpair. 

PSALM  51.    Second  Part.    Long  Metre* 
Original  and  aflual  Sin  confejfed. 
3  T  ORD.  I  am  \ile,  conceiv,d  in  Sin, 

L-*  And  torn  unholy  and  nncle?n  ; 

Sprung  from  the  Man  whofe  guilty  Fall 

Conupts  the  Race,  and  taints  us  all.      « 
a  Soon  as  we  draw  our  Infant -breath, 

'J  he  Seeds  of  Sin  grow  up  for  Death  ; 

Thy  Law  demands  a  perfect  Heart, 

But  we're  denTd  in  evVy  Part. 


rj  [Great 


PSAL  M    LI..  s^ 

j  [Great  GOD,  create  nvy  Heart  a- new, 
And  form  my  Spirit  pure  and  true  ; 
O  make  me  wife  betimes,  to  f-py 


My  Danger  and  my  Remedy.] 

4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  Face  ; 
My  only  Refuge  is  thy  Grace  : 

No  outward  Forms  can  make  me  clean  3 
Tke  Leprofy  lies  deep  within.. 

5  No  bleeding  Bird,  nor  bleeding  Beaft, 
Nor  Hyflbp-branch,  nor  fprinkling  Prie'ft, 
No  running  Brook,  nor  Flood,  nor  Sea,. 
Can  warn  the  difmal  Stain  away. 

6  J  ejus r  my  G  O  D,  thy  Blood  alone 
Hath  Pow'r  fufficient  to  attone. 

Thy  Blood  can  make  me  white  as  Snow, 
No  Jenvi/b  Types  could  cleanfe  me  fo, 

7  While  Guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  Peace, 
Nor  Flefh  nor  Soul  hath  Reft  or  Eate, 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  Voice, 
And  make  my  broken  Bones  rejoice. 

PSALM  51.     Third  Part.    Long  Metre. 

The  Bachjlider  rejiored ;   or,  Repentance  and  Faith 
in  the  Blood  of  Chrift. 

1  r\  THOU  that  hear'ft  when  Sinners  cry, 
^  Tho'  all  my  Crimes  before  Thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  Look, 
But  blot  their  Mem\ry  from  thy  Book, 

2  Create  my  Nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  Soul  averfe  to  Sin  j 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  Prefence  from  my  Heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  Light, 

Caft  out  and  banifltfd  from  thy  Sight ; 
Thine  holy  Joys  my  G  O  D  reftore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

"      *T"°"gh 


jt  PSALM    LI. 

4  Though  I  hare  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  Help  and  Comfort  ftill  afford  : 
And  let  a  Wretch  come  near  thy  Throne, 
To  plead  the  Merits  of  thy  Son. 

3  A  broken  Heart,  my  GOD,  my  King, 
Js  all  the  Sacrifice  I  bring  ; 
The  God  of  Grace  will  ne'er  iiefpife 
A  broken  Heart  for  Sacrifice. 

6  My  Soul  lies  humbled  in  the  Duff, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  Sentence  juft; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  Eye, 
And  fave  the  Soul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  World  thy  Waysj 
Starters  fhall  lesrn  thy  fov'reigp.  Grace  j 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  Blood, 
And  they  fhall  p/  aife  a  pard'ning  God. 

$  O  m3y  thy  Lnve  infpire  my  Tongue  ! 
Salvation  fhall  be  al!  my  Song; 
And  all  my  Pow'rs  fhall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord/  my  Strength  and  Righteoufnefg. 

FSALM51.  a>.3--i3.  Tirfi Part  Com. Metre. 
Original  and  adiual  Sin  confejfed  and  pardoned, 

3  T  ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  Diftrefi 
*-*     And  Guilt  before  thine  Eyes  $ 
Againft  thy  Laws,  againft  thy  Grace 

How  high  my  Crimes  arife  ! 
x  Shouldft  thou  condemn  my  Soul  to  Hell, 
And  crufh  my  Flefh  to  Duft, 
Heav'n  would  approve  thy  Vengeance  well, 
And  Earth  mutt  own  it  juft. 
j  I  from  the  Stock  of  Adam  came, 
Unholy  and  unclean ; 
All  my  Original  is  Shame, 
And  all  my  Nature  Sin. 

4  Born  in  a  World  of  Guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  with  my  Breath, 

And 


PSALM    LUX.  9* 

And  as  ray  Days  advanc'd,  I  grew 
A  jufter  Prey  for  Death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  chear  my  Seul 

With  thy  forgiving  Love  ; 

O  make  my  broken  Spirit  whole, 

And  bid  my  Pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  quite  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  Face  j 
Create  anew  my  vicious  Heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  Grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  Mercy  known, 

Before  the  Sons  of  Men ; 
Backfliders  mail  addrefs  thy  Throne, 
And  turn  to  G  O  D  again. 

PSALM  51.  <v.  14--17.  Second  Tart.  Com.  Met. 

Repentance  and  Faith  in  the  Blood  of  Chrift. 
1  QGODof  Mercy,  hear  my  Call, 
^  My  Loads  of  Guilt  remove  ; 
Break  down  this  feparating  Wall, 
That  bars  me  from  thy  Love. 
%  Give  me  the  Prefence  of  thy  Grace, 
Then  my  rejoicing  Tongue 
Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  Righteoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  Praife  my  Song. 

3  No  Blood  of  Goat,  nor  Heifer  flain, 

For  Sin  could  e'er  attone  ; 
The  Death  of  Chrift  mail  ftill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  Soul  oppreft  with  Sin's  Defert, 

My  G  O  D  will  ne'er  defpife  ; 
A  humble  Groan,  a  broken  Hearty 
Is  our  belt  Sacrifice. 

PSALM  53.    v.  4—6. 

ViBory  and  Deliverance  from  Perfection. 
3    ARE  all  the  Foes  of  Sion  Fools, 
^*  Who  thus  devour  her  Saints  ? 

E  5  Eo 


?63  P  S  A  L  M    LT. 

Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  r ulcs, 
And  pities  her  Complaints  ? 

2  They  mall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  Surprize  9 

For  GOD's  revenging  Arm  ! 
Scatters  thpJBones  of  them  that  rife, 
To  do  his  Children  Harm. 

3  In  vain  the  Sons  of  Satan  boaft 

Of  Armies. in  Array; 
When  GOD  has  firft  defpis'd  their  Hoft, 
They  fall  an  eafy  Prev. 

4  O  for  a  Word  from  Sion's  King, 

Her  Captives  to  reftore  ! 
Jacob  with  all  the  Tribes  {hall  fing, 
And  Judah  weep  no  more. 

PSALM  55.  <v.  1—8,  16,  17,  18,  i-u  Com.  Met. 

Support  for  the  affl'fted  and  tempted  Soul. 

j  A  GOD.  my  Kefuge,  hear  my  Cries, 
v~/  Behold  my  flowing  Tears, 
For  Earth  and  Hell  my  Hurt  devife, 
And  triumph  in  my.Feais. 
a  Their  Rage  is  levell'd  at  my  Life, 
My  Soul  with  Guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  Thoughts  with  inward  Strife, 
To  (hake  my  Hope  in  GOD. 

3  With  inward  Pain  my  Heart-firings  found, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  Breath  ; 
Horror  and  Fear  befet  me  round, 
Amongft  the  Shades  of  Death. 

4  O  were  T  like  a.featherM  Dove, 

And  Innocence  had  Wings ; 

Vd  fly,  and  make  a  long  Remove, 

From  ail  thefe  reft lefs  Things. 

5  Let  me  to  fome  wild -Dcfart  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  Home, 
Where  Storms  of  Malice  never  blow, 
Temptations  never  come, 

6  Vam  * 


PSALM  XV,  -  idi 

6  Vain  Hopes,  and  vain  Intentions  all 

To  'fcape  the  Rage  of  Hell ! 
The  mighty  GOD,  on  whom  I  tall, 
Can  fave  me  here  as  well. 
PAUSE. 

7  By  Morning-Light  I'll  feek  his  Face, 

At  Noon  repeat  my  Cry  ; 
The  Night  mall  hear  me  afk  his  Grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

8  G  O  D  mall  preferve  my  Soul  from  Fear, 

Or  flii eld  me  when  afraid  ; 
Ten  Thoufand  Angels  muit  appear, 
If  he  command  their  Aid. 

9  I  call  my  Burdens  on  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  fuftains  them  all  j 
My  Courage  refts  upon  his  Word, 
That  Saints  flaall  never  fall. 
jo  My  higheft  Hopes  mall  not  be  vain, 
My  Lips  mail  fpread  his  Praife  j 
While  cfUel  and  deceitful  Men, 
Scarce  live  out  Half  their  Days. 

PSALM  55.1;.  15, 16, 17, 19,22.  Short.Metre* 

Dangerous  Profperity  j    or,    Daily  Devotions  gn+~ 
couraged. 

1  T  E  T  Sinners  take  their  Courfe, 
**     And  chufe  the  Road  to  Death  5 
But  in  the  Worfhip  of  rayGOD 
T3I  fpend  my  daily  Breath, 
a  My  Thoughts  addrefs  his  Throne 
When  Morning  brings  the  Lights 
I  feek  his  Bleffing  ev'ry  Noon. 
And  pay  my  Vows  at  Night. 
3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  Cries, 
O  my  eternal  GOD; 
While  Sinners  perifh  in  Surprke 
IkflSath  tbjn.e  angry  Ro4. 

E  6  4.  Because' 


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4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  Eafe, 

And  no  fad  Changes  feel  j 
They  neither  fear  nor  ti  uft  tby  Name> 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  Will. 

5  By  I,  with  all  my  Cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  j 
I'll  caft  my  Burdens  on  his  Arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  Word. 

6  His  Arm  mail  well  fuftain 

The  Children  of  his  Love; 
The  Ground  on  which  their  Safety  ftands, 
No  earthly  Pow"r  can  move. 

PSALM    56. 

Deliverance  from  Oppreffion  andfalfbood\  or,  God  V 
Care  of  his  People ,  in  Anfwer  to  Faith  and  Praytr. 

f\  THOU  whofe  Juftice  reigns  on  high, 
^     And  makes  th'Gpprefibr  ceafe, 
Behold  how  envious  Sinners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  Peace  ! 
2.  The  Sons  of  Violence  and  Lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lerd  ; 
But  as  my  hourly  Dangers  rife, 
My  Refuge  is  thy  Word. 

3  In  G  O  D,  moft  holy,  juft  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  Truft  j 
Nor  wiU  I  fear  what  Flefh  can  do, 
The  Offspring  of  the  Duft. 

4  They  wreft  my  Words  to  Mifchief  ft  ill, 

Charge  me  with  unknown  Faults ; 
Mifchief  doth  all  their  Counfels  fill, 
And  Malice  all  their  Thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  Frown  ? 

Muft  their  Devices  ftand  ? 
0  caft  the  haughty  Sinner  down, 
And  lit  him  know  thy  Hand  ! 

PAUSE, 


PSALM    LVII.  ,03 

PAUSE. 

6  G  O  D  counts  the  Sorrows  of  his  Saints, 

Their  Groans  affett  his  Ears  j 
Thou  haft  a  Book  for  my  Complaints, 
A  Bottle  for  my  Tears. 

7  When  to  thy  Throne  I  raife  my  Cry, 

The  Wicked  fear,  and  flee  j 
So  fwift  is  PrayY  to  reach  the  Sky, 
So  near  is  G  O  D  to  me. 

8  In  Thee,  moft  holy,  juft  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  Truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  Man  can  do, 
The  Offspring  of  the  Duft. 

9  Thy  folemn  Vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  (halt  receive  my  Praife  j 
I'll  fing,  How  faithful  is  thy  Word  I 
Honju  righteous  all  thy  Ways  I 

10  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  Soul  from  Death, 

O  fet  thy  Prisner  free, 
That  Heart  and  Hand,  and  Life  and  Breath, 
May  be  employ'd  for  Thee. 

P  S  A  L  M  57. 
Praife  for  Protection,  Grace  and  Truth. 

3   \Jf  YGOD,  in  whom  are  all  the  Springs 
•*^  Of  boundlefs  Love  and  Grace  unknown. 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  Wings, 
Till  the  dirk  Cloud  is  overblown. 

*  Up  to  the  Heav'ns  I  fend  my  Cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  Defires  perform  5 
He  fends  his  Angels  from  the  Sky, 
And  faves  me  from  the  threatening  Storm. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,    O  my  GOD, 

Above  the  Heavens  where  Angels  dwell  j- 
Thy  Pow'r  on  Earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  Land  to  Land  thy  Wonders  tell. 

4  My  Heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  Song  (hall  raife 
Immortal  Honours  to  thy  Name  j 

Awake 


it*  PSALM    LVIU. 

Awake,  my  Tongue,  to  found  his  Praife, 
My  Tongue,  the  Glory  of  my  Frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  Earth  his  Mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  Sky  ; 

His  Truth  to  end'efs  Years  remains, 
When  lower  Worlds  diffblve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  G  O  D, 

Above  the  Heav'ns  where  Angels  dwell  j 
Thy  Pow'r  on  Earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  Land  to  Land  thy  Wonders  tell. 

PSALM  58.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
Warning  to  Magijlrates, 

1    JUDGES,  who  rule  the  World  by  Laws, 
J    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  Caufe, 

When  th'  injur'd  Poor  before  you  ftands  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  Poor, 
And  let  rich  Sinners  'icape  fecure, 

While  Gold  8c  Great nefs  bribe  your  Hands  ? 
a  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew, 
That  GOD  will  judge  the  Judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  Heav'ns  his  Juftice  reigns ; 
Yet  you  invade  the  Rights  of  GOD; 
And  fend  your  bold  Decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  Confcience  in  your  Chains. 

3  A  poifon'd  Arrow  is  your  Tongue. 
The  Arrow  fharp,  the  Poifon  ftrong, 

And  Death  attends  where-e'er  it  wounds  v. 
You  hear  no  Counfels,  Cries  or  Tears  j 
So  the  deaf  Adder  flops  her  Ears 

Againft  the  Pow'r  of  charming  Sounds. 

4  Break  out  their  Teeth,  eternal  GOD, 
Thofe  Teeth  of  Lions  dy'd  in  Blood  j 

And  ci  um  the  Serpents  in  the  Dull : 
As  empty  Chaff  when  Whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the  fweeping  Tempeft  flies, 

So  let  their  Hopes  and  Names  be  loft. 

5  T!v' 


PSALM    LX*  xoj 

5  Th*  Almighty  thunders  from  the  Sky, 
Their  Grandeur  melts,  their  Titles  die, 

As  Hills  of  Snow  diflolve  and  run, 
Or  Snails  that  perifh  in  their  Slime, 
Or  Births  that  come  before  their  Time, . 

Vain  Births  that  never  fee  the  Sun. 

6  Thus  (hall  the  Vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  Joy  to  Saints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  rrear  {hall  join  and  fay, 
««  Sure  there's  a  G  O  D  that  rules  on  high, 
"  A  GOD  that  hears  his  Children  cry, 
"  And  will  their  Suff'iings  well  repay." 
P  S  A  L  M  60.     <v.  t  — 5— 10— 12. 
On  a  Day  of  Humiliation  for  Difappointment  in  tVar> . 
1  T  ORD,  halt  thou  caft  the  Nation  off  ? 
■*-'  Mult  we  for  ever  mourn  ? 
Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  Wrath  ? 
Shall  Mercy  ne'er  return  ? 
a  The  Terror  of  one  Frown  of  thine 
Melts  all  our  Strength  away ; 
Like  Men  that  totter,  drunk  with  Wine,. 
We  tremble  in  Difmay. 
3  Great-Britain  makes  beneath  thy  Stroke^ 
And  dreads  thy  threat'ning  Hand  5 
O  heal  the  Ifland  thou  haft  broke, 
Confirm  the  wav'ring  Land. 
4.  Lift  up  a  Banner  in  the  Field, 
For  thofe  that  fear  thy  Name  ; 
Saw?  thy  Beloved  with  thy  Shield, 
And  put  our  Foes  to  Shame. 

5  Go  with  our  Armies  to  the  Fight,- 

Like  a  Confed'rate  GOD; 
In  vain  confed'rate  Pow'rs  unite 
Againft  thy  lifted  Rod. 

6  Our  Troops  mall  gain  a  wide  Renown, 

By  thine  affifting  Hand  ; 
*Tis  GOD  that  treads  the  Mighty  down, 
A&4  mate  s-  the  Feeble  ft  and , 

PSALM 


X0S  PSALM    LXII. 

PSALM61.     n>.  1—6. 

Safety  in  GOD. 

1  "\A7^^^  overwhelm'd  with  Grief, 
V *    My  Heart  within  me  dies, 
Helplefs,  and  far  from  all  Relief, 
To  Heav'n  I  lift  mine  Eyes, 
a  O  lead  me  to  the  Rock, 

That's  high  above  my  Head, 
And  make  the  Covert  of  thy  Wings 
My  Shelter  and  my  Shade. 

3  Within  thy  Prefence,  Lord, 

For  ever  1*11  abide  j 
Thou  art  the  Tow'r  of  my  Defence, 
The  Refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  Lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  Name  ; 
If  endkfs  Life  be  their  Reward, 
I  fhall  poffefs  the  fame. 

PSALM    62.     v.  5— 12. 

Nc  Iruft  in  the  Creatures-,   or,   Faith  in  Divine 
Grace  and  Power. 

1  \jr  Y  Spirit  looks  toGOD  alone, 
Wl  My  Rock  and  Refuge  is  his  Throne  j 
In  all  my  Fears,  in  all  my  Straits, 
My  Soul  on  his  Salvation  waits. 

a  Truft  him,  ye  Saints,  in  all  your  Ways, 
Pour  out  your  Hearts  before  his  Face  j 
When  Helpers  fail,  and  Foes  invade, 
G  OD  is  our  all  fufficient  Aid.     . 

3  V->.lfe  are  the  Men  of  high  Degree, 
The  bafer  Sort  are  Vanity  5 

Laid  rn  the  Ballance  both  appear, 
Light  as  a  Puff  of  empty  Air. 

4  Make  not  increafing  Gold  your  Truft, 
Nor  fet  your  Heart  on  glittering  Duft  y 

Why 


PSALM    LXI1I.  is? 

Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  Smoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke  r 

£  Once  has  his  awful  Voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  Ears  have  heard, 
"  All  PowY  is  his  eternal  Due  j 
"  He  muft  be  fear'd,  and  trufted  too." 

6  For  fovYeign  Pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  Partner  of  the  Throne  j 
Thy  Grace  and  Juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  laft  Reward. 

PSALM  63.  <v  1,  *,  5,  3,  4.  ift  Part,  Com.  Met. 

The  Morning  of  a  Lord's  Day. 

t  CARLY,  my  G  O  D,  without  Delay, 
■*-'  I  hafte  to  feek  thy  Face  5 
My  thirfty  Spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  chearing  Grace, 
*  So  Pilgrims  on  the  fcorehing  Sand, 
Beneath  a  burning  Sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  Stream  at  Hand, 
And  they  muft  drink  or  die. 
3  I've  feen  thy  Glory  and  thy  Pow'r 
Thro'  all  thy  Temple  (nine  ; 
My  GOD,  repeat  that  heav'nly  Hour* 
That  Vifion  fo  divine. 
I  Not  all  the  Bleflings  of  a  Feaft 
Can  pleafe  my  Soul  fo  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  Grace  I  tafte, 
And  in  thy  Prefence  dwell. 
$  Not  Life  itfelf,  with  all  her  Joys, 
Can  my  bed  Paflions  move  ; 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  chearful  Voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  Love. 
$  Thus  till  my  laft  expiring  Day, 
I'll  blefs  my  G  O  D  and  King ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  Hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  Lips  to  fmg, 

PSALM 


,o8  PSALM    LXIIJ. 

PSALM  63.    <v.  6— to,    Suond  TarU 
Common  Metre. 

Midnight  Thoughts  rtcolkfied. 

1  'HP  WAS  in  the  Watches  of  the  Night 

■*-    I  thought  upon  thy  PowY  ; 
I  kept  thy  lovely  Face  in  Sight, 
Amidjt  the  darkeft  Hour. 

2  My  Fle(h  lay  refling  on  my  Bed, 

My  Soul  arofe  dn  high  ; 
«  My  GOD,  my  Life,  my  Hope,  1  faid, 
"  Brinrr  thy  Salvation  nigh.'''' 

3  My  Spirit  labours  up  thine  Hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav"nly  Road  ; 
But  thy  Right-hand  upholds  me  ttill, 
While  I  purfue  my  GOD. 

4  Thy  Mercy  fti  etches  o'er  my  Head, 

The  Shadow  of  thy  Wings  ; 
My  Heart  rejoices  in  thine  Aid, 
My  Tongue  awakes  and  Tings. 

5  But  the  Deltroyers  of  my  Peace 

Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  ; 
The  Tempter  mall  for  ever  ceafe, 
And  all  my  Sins  be  (1  tin. 
6*  Thy  Sword  (hall  give  my  Foes  to  Death, 
And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  Caverns  of  the  Earth, 
Or  to  the  Deeps  of  Hell. 

PSALM  63.    Long  Metre. 

Longing  after  GOD;    or,    The  Love  of  G  0  D 
better  than  Life. 

1  r>REAT  GOD,  indulge  my  humble  Claim, 
^  Thou  art  my  Hope,  my  Joy,  my  Reft} 
The  Glories  that  compofe  thy  Nmie, 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 

%  Thou 


f  $a,l.m  Lxnr;  209 

2  Thou  Great  and  Good,  thou  Juft  and  Wife, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  fnyGODj 

And  I  am  thine,  by  facred  Ties  ; 

Thy  Son,  thy  Servant^  bought  with  Blood. 

3  With  Heart  and  Eyes,  and  lifted  Hands, 
For  Thee  I. long,  to  Thee  I  look, 

As  Travellers  in  tbirfty  Lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  Water- brook. 

4  With  early  Feet  I  love  tf  appear 
Among  thy  Saints,  and  feek  thy  Face  j 
Oft  have  I  feen  thy  Glory  there, 

And  felt  the  Pow'r  of  Sov'reign  Grace. 

5  Not  Fruits  nor  Wines  that  tempt  our  Tafte, 
Nor  all  the  Joys  our  Senfes  know, 

Could  make  me  fo  divinely  feleft, 
Or  raife  my  chearfui  Paffion  fo» 

6  My  Life  it  fell,-  ^without  thy  Love, 
No  Tafte  of  Pleafure  could  afford  5 
Twould  but  a  tirefome  Burden  prove, 
If  I  were  banifh'd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidft  the  wakeful  Hours  of  Night, 
When  bufy  Cares  afBicl  my  Head, 

One  Thought  of  Thee  gives  new  Delight, 
And  adds  Refrefhment  to  my  Bed. 

8  I'll  lift  my  Hands,  I'll  raife  my  Voice, 
While  I  have  Breath  to  pray  er  prafle  ; 
This  Work  ihall  make  my  Heart  rejoice, 

.    And  fpeni  the  Remnant  of  my  Days. 

PSALM    63.    Short  Metre, 
Seeking  GOD. 

1   X/f  Y  GOD.  permit  my  Tongue 
1V1     This  Joy,  to  call  Thee  mine. 
And  let  my  early  Cries,  prevail 
To  tafte  thy  Love  divine, 
a  My  thinly  fainting  Soul 

Thy  Mercy  doth  implore  s 

Not 


ii*  PSA  L  M    LX7. 

Not  Travellers  in  Defart  Lands, 
Can  pant  for  Water  more. 

3  Within  thy  Churches,  Lord, 

Hong  to  find  my  Place, 
Thy  Powr  and  Glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  Grace. 

4  For  Life  without  thy  Love 

No  Relifh  can  afford  ; 
No  Joy  can  be  comparM  w'nh  this, 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  Thee  I'll  lift  my  Hands, 

And  praife  Thee  while  1  live  ; 
Not  the  rich  Dainties  of  a  Feaft 
Such  Food  and  Pleafure  give, 
i  In  wakeful  Hours  at  Night, 
I  call  my  GOD  to  Mind; 
I  think  how  wife  thy  Counfels  are, 
^  And  all  thy  Dealings  kind. 
7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  Help, 
To  thee  my  Spirir  flies, 
And  on  thy  watchful  Frovidence 
My  chearful  Hope  relies. 
S  The  Shadow  of  thy  Wings 
My  Soul  in  Safety  keeps ! 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leadf, 
And  he  fuppons  ray  Steps. 

FSALM  65.  v.i— 5.  Fir/I  Part.  Long  Metre* 
Public  Prayer  and  Praife. 

ft  rp HE  Praife  of  Sion  waits  for  Thee, 

■■"  My  G  O  D  j  and  Praife  becomes  thy  Hou/e  j 
There  mall  thy  Saints  thy  Glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  Vows, 
ft  O  Thou,  whole  Mercy  bends  the  Skies 
To  fave,  when  humble  Sinners  pi  ay; 
All  Lands  to  Thee  (hall  lift  their  Eyes, 
And  Iilandsef  the  Northern  Sea. 

3  Again  ft 


PSA  L.M    LXVl  sit 

3  Againfl:  my  Will  my  Sins  prevail, 
But  Grace  (hall  purge  awav  their  Staia  j 
The  Blood  of  CHRIST  will  never  fail 
To  waflj  my  Garments  white  again. 

4,  Bleft  is  the'Man  whom  thou  malt  chufe, 
And  give  him  kind  Accel's  to  Thee  j 
Give  him  a  Place  within  thy  Houfe, 
To  tafte  thy  Love  divinely  free. 
P  A  US  E. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Sion  prays  j 
Babel  prepare  for  long  Diftrefs, 
When  Sion's  GOD  himfelf  arrays 
In  Terror  and  in  Righteoufnefs. 

6  With  dreadful  Glory  GOD  fulfils 
What  his  afflicted  Saints  requeit  j 
And  with  Almighty  Wrath  reveals 
His  Love,  to  give  his  Churches  Reft. 

7  Then  mall  the  flecking  Nations  run 
To  Sion's  Hill,  and  own  their  Lord 5 
The  riling  and  the  fetting  Sun 
Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  Name  ador'd. 

P  S  A  L  M  6$.  v,  5-13.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Divine  Providence  in  Air,   Earth  and  Sea j  qt9 
'The  GOD  of  Nature  and  Grace. 

1  rr\  H  E  G  O  D  of  our  Salvation  hear* 

■■■    The  Groans  of  Sion  mix'd  with  Tears  f 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  Defigns, 
Through  all  the  Way  his  Terror  mines. 

»  On  him  the  Race  of  Man  depends, 
Far  as  the  Earth's  remoteft  Eiids, 
Where  the  Creator's  Name  is  known, 
By  Nature's  feeble  Light  alone, 

3  Sailors,  that  travel  o'e*  the  Flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  Souls  to  G  O  D, 
When  Tempefts  rage,  and  Billows  roar 
A  dreadful  Diftan.ce  from  the  Shore. 

4  He 


2i*  P  S  A  L  M    LXV, 

4.  He  bids  the  noify  Tempefts  ceafe  j 
He  calms  the  raging  Croud  to  Peace", 
When  a  tumultuous  Nation  raves, 
Wild  as  the  Winds,  and  loud -as  Waves. 

e  Whole  Kingdoms  fhaken  by  the  Storm; 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  Formj 
Mountains  eftabliuYd  by  his  Hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  Foundations  Itand.  ! 

6  Behold  his  Enfigns-iweep.the  Sky, 
New  Comets  blazej  and  Lightnings. fly  ; 
The  Heathen  Lands  with  fwift  Surprize, 
From  the  bright  Horrors  turn  their  Eyes» 

7  At  his  Command  the  Morning-Ray 
Smiles  in  the  Eaft,  and  leads  the  Diy. 
He  guides  the  Sun's  declining  Wheels 
Over  the  Tops  of  WtJUrn  Hills. 

8  Seafons  and  Times  obey  his  Voice  j 
The  Ev'ning  and  theMorn  rejoice 

To  fee  the  Earth  made  foft  with  Show'rs, 
Laden  with  Fruit  and  di  eft  in  Flow'rs. 

9  'Tis  from  his  watry  Stores  on  high, 
He  gives  the  thirfty  Ground  Supply  j 
He  walks.upon  the  Cloud?,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  Drops  difpenfe. 

10  The  Defart  grows  a  fruitful  Field, 
Abundant  Fruit  the  Vallies  yield  5 
The  Valiies  fhout  with  cbearful  Vi,ice, 
And  neighb'ringiHiils  repeat  their  Joys„ 

11  The  Paltures  fmile  in  gretn  Array, 
Their  Lambs  and  larger  Cattle  play  j 
The  larger  Cattle  and  the  Lamb, 
Each  in  his  Language  fpeaks  thy  Name. 

12  Thy  Works  pronounce  thy  Pow'r  divine} 
O'er  ev'ry  Field  thy  Glories  mine  ; 
Through. ev'ry  Mo-n^h  thy  Gifts  appear  j 
Great  G  OD>  thy  Goodnefs  crowns  the  Year. 

P  S  A  L  M 


p 


?  S  A  L  M    LXV.  n3 

P 3 ALM  65.    Fir/ Part.    Common  Metre, 

A  Prayer- Hearing  God,  and  the  Gentiles  called, 

RAISE  waits  in  Sion,  Lord,  for  thee  s 
There  mall  our  Vows  be  paid  j 
Thou  hail  an  Ear  when  Sinners  pray, 
All  FJefli  -fhall  feek  thine  Aid. 
s  Lord,  our  Iniquities -prevail^ 
But  pard'niiig  'Grace  is  thine, 
And  thou  wilt  giant  us  Pow'r  and  Skirl ; 
To  conquer  every  Sin. 

3  Blefs'd  are  the  Men  whom  thou  wilt  chufe 

To  bring  them  near  thy  Face, 
Give  them  a  Dwelling  in  thine  Houfe, 
To  feaft  upon  thy  Grace. 

4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  Church  requefts, 

Thy  Truth  and  Terror  mine, 
And  Works  of  dreadful  Righteoufnefs, 
•  Fulfil  thy  kind  Deiign. 

5  Thus  (hall  the  wond'ring  Nations  fee 

The  Lord  is  good  and  juft  j 
And  diftant  Iflands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  Name  their  Trufl. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  Tokens,  Lord, 

When  Signs  in  Heav'n  appear  j 
But  they  (hall  learn  thy  holy  Word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM  65.  Second  Part.   Common  Metre, 

Tbe  Providence  of  GOD  in  Air,  Earth  and  Sea  • 
cr,  The  Blefwg  of  Ram. 

3  ''"pis  by  thy  Strength  the  Mountains  ftand, 
x      GO  D  of  eternal  Pow'r  5 
The  Sea  grows  calm  at  thy  Command, 
And  Terapefts  oeafe  to  roar, 
a  Thy  Morning  Light,  and  Ev'ning  Shade, 
tuccefiive  CGnirorts  bring  j 

Thy 


Ji4  PSALM    LXV. 

Thy  plenteous  Fruits  make  Harreft  glad, 
Thy  FlowVs  adorn  the  Spring. 
I  Seafons  and  Times,  and  Moons  and  Hours, 
Heav'n,  Earth  and  Air  are  thine; 
When  Clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  Show'rs, 
The  Author  is  divine. 
4,  Thofe  wond'ring  Citterns  in  the  Sky, 
Borne  by  the  Winds  around, 
With  watry  Treafures  well  fupply 
The  Furrows  of  the  Ground. 
5  The  thirfty  Ridges  drink  their  Fill, 
And  Ranks  of  Corn  appear; 
Thy  Ways  abound  with  Blefiings  ftill, 
Thy  Goodnefs  crowns  the  Year. 

PSALM   6$.     Third  Part.    Common  Metre. 
The  BUJfmgs  of  the  Spring  ;  or,  GOD  gives  Rain* 

A  Pfalm  for  the  Hufbandman. 
%  /"*  O  O  D  is  the  Lord,  the  heavYily  King, 
^     Who  makes  the  Earth  his  Caje ; 
Vifits  the  Paftures  ev'ry  Spring, 
And  bids  the  Grafs  appear. 
%  The  Clouds,  like  Rivers  rais'd  on  high, 
Pour  out  at  thy  Command 
Their  watry  Blemngs  from  the  Sky, 
To  chear  the  thirity  Land 

3  The  foften'd  Ridges  of  the  Field 

Permit  the  Corn  to  fpring  : 

The  Vallies  rich  Provifion  yield, 

And.the  poor  LabYers  fing. 

4  The  little  Hills  on  ev'ry  Side 

Rejoice  at  falling  ShowYs  ; 
The  Meadows,  drefsd  in  all  their  Pride, 
Perfume  the  Air  with  Flow  Vs. 

5  The  barren  Clods,  refrefli'd  with  Rain, 

Promife  a  joyful  Crop; 
The  parching  Grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raife  the  Reaper's  Hope. 

*  6  The 


P  S  A  L  M    LXVI.  its 

i  Tb6  various  Months  thy  Goodnefs  crowns  % 
How  bount'ous  are  thy  Ways  ! 
The  bleating  Flocks  fpread  o'er  the  Downs* 
And  Shepherds  mout  thy  Praife. 
P  S  A  L  M  66.    ftrfi  Part. 
Governing  Power  and  Goodnefs  $   or,  Our  Giact 
tried  by  Afflictions. 

SING,  all  ye  Nations,  to  the  Lord, 
Sing  with  a  jovfulNoife; 
With  Melody  of  Sound  record 
His  Honours  and  your  Joys. 
%  Say  to  the  Pow'r  that  (hakes  the  Sky, 
"  How  terrible  art  Thou ! 
**  Sinners  before  thy  Pretence  fly, 
«*  Or  at  thy  Feet  they  bow." 
3  [Come,  fee  the  Wonders  of  our  GOD, 
How  glorious  are  his  Ways  j 
In  Mofes*  Hand  he  puts  his  Red, 
And  cleaves  the  frighted  Seas. 
<j.  He  made  the  ebbing  Channel  dry, 
While  jyVV/pafs'd  the  Flood  ; 
There  did  the  Church  begin  their  Joy, 

And  triumph  in  their  GOD.] 
He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  Might  : 

Will  Rebel  Mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  Fighf, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  War  ? 
O  blefs  our  GOD,  and  never  ceafej 

Ye  Saints  fulfil  his  Praife  ; 
He  keeps  our  Life,  maintains  our  Peace, 

And  guides  our  doubtful  Ways. 
Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fuffring  Soulsy 

To  make  our  Graces  mine ; 
So  Silver  bears  the  burning  Coals, 
The  Metal  to  refine. 
3  Thro'  watry  Deeps  and  fi'ry  Ways 
We  march  at  thy  Command, 
Led  to  poflefs  the  prormVd  Place, 
By  thine  unerring  Hand, 

F  PSA& 


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P  SAL  M;   LXVIfc 


PSALM  66.  <v.  i.%{ — zo.    Second  Fart, 
Praife  to  GOD  for  hearing  Prayer, 
i  XjO  W  mall  my  folemn  Vows  be  paid 
*^     To  that  Almighty  Pow'r, 
That  heard  the  long  Requefts  I  made 
In  my  diftrefsful  Hour, 
a  My  Lips  and  chearful  Heart  prepare 
To  m/ike  his  Mercies  known  : 
Come  ye  that  fear  my  G  O  D,  and  hear 
The  Wonders  he  has  done 

3  When  on  mj£  Head  huge  Sorrows  fell, 

I  fought  his  heav'nly  Aid ; 
He  fav'd  my  linking  Soul  from  Hell, 
And  Death's  eternal  Shade. 

4  If  Sin  lay  coverM  in  my  Heait, 

While  PrayY  employ 'd  my  Tongue, 
The  Lord  had  (hewn  me  no  Regard, 
Nor  I  his  Praifes  fung. 

5  But  GOD  (his  Name  be  ever  bleft) 

Has  let  my  Spirit  free  $ 
Nor  tuin'd  from  him  my  poor  Requeft, 
Nor  turn'd  his  Heart  from  me. 

PSALM    67. 

*Tbe  Nation's  Profperity,  and  the  Church's  Increafi. 
i  q H I N  E,  mighty  GOD,  on  Britain  mine 
■^     With  Beams  of  heavenly  Grace  j 
Reveal  thy  Pow'r  through  all  our  Coafts, 
And  lhew  thy  fniiling  Face, 
a  [Amidft  our  lfle  txalted  high, 
Do  thou  our  Glory  (land, 
And  like  a  Wall  of  Guardian  Fire 
Surround  the  FavYite  Land.] 
3  When  mail  thy  Name  from  Shore  to  Shore 
Sound  all  the  Earth  abroad, 
And  diftant  Nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 

4  Sing 


F'S'AL  M    LXVni.  ii* 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  Lands, 

Sing  loud  with  foleran  Voice  j 
While  Britijb  Tongues  exalt  his  Praife, 
And  Rritijb  Hearts  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  Sovereign  Judge* 

That  fits  enthroned  above, 
Wifely  commands  the  Worlds  he  made 
In  Juftice  and  in  Love. 

6  Earth  mall  obey  her  Maker's  Will, 

And  yield  a  full  Increafe; 
Our  GOD  will  crown^his  chofen  Kle 
WithFruitfulnefs  and  Peace. 

7  GOD,  the  Redeemer,  fcatters.  round 

Mis  choiceft  Favours  here, 
While  the  Creation's  utmoft  Bound 
Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear, 

PSALM  68.    Fir/i  Part.    v.  i-«6,  3V--35, 

The  Vengeance  and  Cempajfion  of  GOD* 

1  T   ET  GOD  arife  in  all  his  Might, 
*-*  And  put  the  Troops  of  Hell  to  Flight  5 
As  Smoke  that  fought  to  cloud  the  Skies 
Before  the  rifing  Tempeft  flies. 

a  [He  comes  array'd  in  burning  Flames  5 
Juftice  and  Vengeance  are  his  Names  : 
Behold  his  fainting  Foes  expire, 
Like  melting  Wax  before  the  Fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  Sky , 
His  Name  Jehovah  founds  on  high, 
Singr  to  his  Name,  ye  Sons  of  Grace  § 
Ye  Saints,  rejoice  before  his  Face. 

4  The  Widow  and  the  Fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  Aid  in  (harp  Diftrefs: 
In  him  the  Poor  and  Helplefs  nad 
A  Judge  that's  juft,  a  Father  £m<j. 

5  He  breaks  the  Captive's  heavy  Chain, 
And  Pris'ners  fee  the  Light  again.  3    ' 

F  7,  $9 


n*  PSALM    LXVIII. 

But  Rebels  that  difpute  his  Will, 
Shall  dwell  in  Chains  and  Darknefs  ftill, 
PAUSE. 

6  Kingdoms  and  Thrones  to  G  O  D  belong ; 
Crown  him,  ye  Nations,  in  your  Song  : 
His  wond'rous  Names  an.d  Powrs  rehearfe  ; 
His  Honours  fhall  enrich  your  Verfe. 

7  He  fliakes  the  Heav'ns  with  loud  Alarms ! 
How  terrible  is  G  O  D  in  Arms  I 

In  Iff  el  are  his  Mercies  known, 
Iff  el  is  his  peculiar  Throae. 

2  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  bleft  j 
He's  your  Defence,  your  Joy,  your  Reft; 
When  Terrors  rife,  and  Nations  faint, 
GOD  is  the  Strength  of  ev'ry  Saint. 

PSALM  68.  <u.  17,  18.    Second  Part, 

ChriftV  Afcenfion>  and  the  Gift  of  the  Spirit, 

i  T   ORT),  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high 
*^  Ten  Thoufand  Angels  fill'd  the  Sky  : 
Thofe  heav'nly  Guards  around  Thee  wait, 
Like  Chariots  that  attend  thy  State. 

a  Not  Sinai's  Mountain  could  appear 

More  gloricus  when  the  Lord  was  there  5 
While  he  proiounc'd  his  dreadful  Law, 
And  (truck  the  chofen  Tribes  with  Awe, 

3  How  bright  the  Triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  Pow'rs  of  Hell, 
That  Thoufand  Souls  had  Captive  made, 
Were  all  in  Chains  like  Captives  led. 

4  Rais'd  bv  his  Father  to  the  Throne, 
He  fent  his  promised  Spirit  down, 
With  Gifts  and  Grace  for  Rebel-Men, 
That  GOD  mi^ht  dwell  on  Earth  again. 


PSALM- 


PSALM    LXIX,  *i$ 

PSALM  68.  Third  Part.  <v>  19,  9,  *o,  *i,  *a» 

Praife  for  Temporal  Blejfings ;  or,  Common  and 
fpecial  Mercies. 

J  TX7  E  blefs  the  Lord,  the  Juft,  the  Good, 
VV    Who  fills  our  Hearts  with  Joy  and  Foodj 
Who  pours  his  Bleffings  from  the  Skies, 
And  loads  ours  Days  with  rich  Supplies. 

a  He  fends  the  Sun  his  Circuit  round, 

To  chear  the  Fruits,  to  warm  the  Ground  ; 
He  bids  the  Clouds  with  plent'ons  Rain 
Refrefh  the  thirfty  Earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  Care  we  owe  our  Breath, 
And  all  our  near  Efcapes  from  Death  5 
Safety  and  Health  toGOD  belong  j 

He  heals  the  Weak,  and  guards  the  Strong^ 

4  He  makes  the  Saint  and  Sinner  prove 
The  common  Bleffings  ©f  his  Love  j 
But  the  wide  Difference  that  remains 
Is  endlefs  Joy,  or  endlefs  Pains. 

5  The  Lord  that  bruis'd  the  Serpent's  Head, 
On  all  the  Serpent's  Seed  (hall  tread, 
The  ftubborn  Sinner's  Hope  confound, 
And  finite  him  with  a  lading  Wound. 

6  But  his  Right-Hand  his  Saints  (hall  raife 
From  the  deep  Earth,  or  deeper  Seas, 
And  bring  them  to  his  Courts  above 5    . 
There  mall  they  tafte  his  fpeciai  Love. 

PSALM  69.  <u.  1— 14.  FirJ  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
The  Suffering!  of  Chrift  for  our  Salvation. 

2  "  CAVE  me,  O  GOD,  the  fwelling  Floods3 
"  Break  in  upon  my  Soul : 
"  I  link,  and  Sorrows  o'er  my  Head 
"  Like  mighty  Waters  roll, 
a  «  I  cry  till  all  my  Voice  be  gone, 
«  In  Tears  I  wafte  the  Day  5 

F  3  p  My 


120 


PSALM    LXIX. 


I*  My  GOD,  behold  my  longing  Eyes, 
«<  And  fhorten  thy  Delay. 
3  "  They  hatemy  Soul  without  a  Caufe, 
'«  And  ftill  their  Number  grows 
**  More  than  the  Hairs  around  my  Head, 
"  And  mighty  are  my  Foes. 
fy  "  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  Debt 
"  That  Men  could  never  pay, 
u  And  gave  thofe  Honours  to  thy  Law, 
"  Which  Sinners  took  away." 

5  Thus,  in  the  great  Mejfiatii  Name 

The  Royal  Prophet  mourns  j 
Thus  he  awakes  our  Hearts  to  Grief, 
And  gives  us  Joy  by  Turns. 

6  "  Now  mall  the  Saints  rejoice,  and  find 

"  Salvation  in  my  Name, 
"  For  I  have  borns  their  heavy  Load 
"  Of  Sorrow,  Pain  and  Shame. 

7  "  Gris,. like  a  Gaiment  cloath'd  ine  round, 

u  And  Sackcloth  was  my  Drefs, 
«<  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  Souls 
*'  A  Robe  of  Righteoufnefs. 

8  "  Amongft  my  Brethren,  and  the  Jeivi, 

"  1  like  a  Stranger  flood, 
"  And  bore  their  vile  Reproach  to  bring 
"  The  Gentiles  ne^r  to  GOD. 
«  "  I  came  in  fmful  Mortals  Stead 
"  To  do  my  Father's  Will ; 
"  Yet  when  I  cleansed  my  Father's  Koufe, 
"  They  /cand?.liz  d  ir.)  Zi-al. 
jo  "  My  Failing  and  my  holy  Groans 
Weie  ma i',e  the  Drunkard's  Song; 
**  But   GOD  from  his  celeftiai  Thronf 
"  Heard  my  complaining  Tongue, 
j  i  <{  Kt  Ci\>'6  me  from  the  dreadful  Deep, 
(l  Nor  let  my  Soul  be  drown'd  ; 
<<  He  raised  and  fix'd  my  finking  Feet 
"  On  well  dtablifh'd  Ground. 

i%  *'  Twas 


PSALM    LXIX,  iU 

it  "  'Twas  in  a  moft  accepted  Hour 
"  My  Pray'r  arofe  on  high, 
«  And  for  my  Sake  my  G  O  D  mall  hear 
'"  The  dying  Sinner's  Cry." 

PSALM  69.  «z>.  14.— ai,  26,  25,  3a.  Second  Part* 

The  Patfion  and  Exaltation  of  Chrift, 

t  vr  O  W  let  our  Lips  with  holy  Fear 
■^     And  mournful  Pleafure  fing 
The  Sufferings  of  our  great  High-Priell, 
The  Sorrows  of  our  King. 
s  He  finks  in  Floods  of  deep  Diilrefs  5 
How  high  the  Waters  rife  ! 
While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  Ear 
He  fends  perpetual  Cries, 
g  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son, 
"  Nor  hide  thy  mining  Face  j 
M  Why  fhould  thy  Fav'rite  Iodic  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  Grace  ? 
4.  «'  With  Rage  they  perfecute  the  Man 
'*  That  groans  beneath  thy  Wound, 
"  While  for  a  Sacrifice  I  pour 
"  My  Life  upon  the  Ground. 
I  ««  They  tread  my  Honour  to  the  Duflr, 
"  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 
<(  Their  fliarp  infulting  Slanders  add 
"  Frelh  Anguifh  to  my  Pain. 

6  t(  All  my  Reproach  is  known  to  Thee, 

"  The  Scandal  and  the  Shame  \ 
"  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  Heart* 
"  And  Lies  defil'd  my  Name. 

7  "  Ilook'd  for  Pity,  but  in  vain  j 

"  My  Kindred  are  my  Grief} 
"  I  afk  my  Friends  for  Comfort  round, 
"  But  meet  with  no  Relief. 

8  "  With  Vinegar  they  mock  my  Thirit, 

66  They  give  me  Gall  for  Fsod^ 

F  4  "  And 


ja»  PSALM   XXIX, 

'*  And  fporting  with  my  dying  Groans, 

"  They  triumph  in  my  Blood. 
5  "  Shine  into  my  diftreffed  Soul, 

'*'  Let  thy  Companion  fave  $ 
41  And  though  my  Flefh  fink  down  to  Death, 

"  Redeem  it  from  the  Grave. 
*•  <l  I  mail  arife  to  praife  thy  Name, 

"  Shall  reign  in  Worlds  unknown, 
*f  And  thy  Salvation,  O  my  GOD, 

u  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  Throne. 

PSALM  69.    Third  Part.    Common  Metre, 

ChriftV  Obedience  and  Beath  $  or,  God  glorified^ 
and  Sinners  Jawed* 

2  "p  AT  HER,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  Grace, 
*•      I  blefs  my  Saviour's  Name  j 

He  bought  Salvation  for  the  Poor, 

And  bore  the  Sinner's  Shame, 
a  His  deep  Diilrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 

His  Ditty  and  his  Zeal 
Fulfill  d  the  Law  which  Mortals  broke, 

And  finifh'd  all  thy  Will. 

3  His  dying  Groans,  his  living  Songs, 

Shall  better  pleafe  my  G  O  D, 
Than  Harp  or  Trumpet's  fclemn  Sound, 
Than  Goats  or  Bullocks  Blood. 

4  This  mail  his  humble  Follow'rs  fee, 

And  fet  their  Hearts  at  Reft  j 
They  by  his  Death  draw  Hear  to  Thee, 
And  live  for  ever  bleft. 

5  Let  Keav'n,  and  all  that  dwell  on  high, 

To  G  O  D  their  Voices  raife, 
While  Lands  and  Seas  affilt  the  Sky, 
And  join  t'  advance  the  Ptaife. 

6  Sion  is  thine,  Moll  Holy  GOD, 

Thy  Son  (hall  blefs  her  Gates  ; 
And  Glory,  purchas'd  by  his  .Blood, 
For  thy  own  IjVel  waits.  PSALM 


PSALM    LXIX.  SJj 

P  S  A  L  M  69.    Firji  Part.    Long  Metre. 
ChriftV  Pa(fwnt  and  Sinners  Salvation* 
1  T\  E  E  P  in  our  Hearts  let  us  record 

*-*  The  deeper  Sorrows  of  our  Lord  \ 

Behold  the  rifing  Billows  roll 

To  overwhelm  his  holy  Soul, 
a  In  long  Complaints  he  fpends  his  Breath, 

While  Hoits  of  Hell,  and  Pow'rs  of  Death, 

And  all  the  Sons  of  Malice  join 

To  execute  their  curft  Defign. 
3  Yet,  gracious  GOD,  thy  PowV  and  Love 

Has  made  the  Curie  a  Bleffing  prove g 

Thofe  dreadful  Sufferings  of  thy  Soh 

Atton'd  for  Sins  whicl)  we  had  done. 
4.  The  Pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 

The  Honours  of  thy  Law  reftor'd: 

His  Sorrows  made  thy  Juftice  known, 

And  paid  for  Follies  not  his  own. 
5  O  for  his  Sake  our  Guilt  forgive, 

And  let  the  mourning  Sinner  live ! 

The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  Name, 

Nor  mall  our  Hope  be  turn'd  to  Shame,' 

P  S  A  L  M  69.  <v.  7,  &c.  Second  Part.  Long  Metre; 

ChriftV  Sufferings  and  Zeal. 
1  'TpWAS  for  my  Sake,  eternal  GOD, 
*      Thy  Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy  Load 

Of  bafe  Reproach  and  fore  Difgrace> 

Aiid  Shame  defil'd  his  facred  Face. 
*  The  Jews,  his  Brethren  and  his  Kin, 

Abus'd  the  Man  that  check'd  their  Sin  s 

While  he  fulfilPd  tby  holy  Laws, 

They  hate  him,  but  without  a  Caufe. 
3  [My  Fathers  Hcufe,  faid  he,  was  made7 

A  Place  for  Worfbip,  not  for  Trade  ; 

Then  featuring  all  their  Gold  and  Brafs, 

Ke  fcourgM  the  Merchants  from  the  Place,] 
f  5  4  [Seal 


j:*4  PSALM    LXXI. 

4  [Zeal  for  the  Temple  of  his  GOD, 
Confum'd  his  Life,  exposM  his  Blood  j 
Reproaches  at  thy  Glory  thrown 

He  felt,  and  mourn'd  'em  as  his  own.] 

5  [His  Friends  foi  fook,  his  Followers  fled, 
While  Foes  and  Arms  fui  round  his  Head  ; 
They  curfe  hire  with  a  fland'rous  Tongue, 
And  the  foife  Judge  maintain*  the  Wrong. 3 

6  His  Life  they  load  with  hateful  Lies, 
And  charge'his  Lips  with  Blafphemiesj 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  Tree  j 
There  hung  the  Man  that  dy'd  for  me. 

*  [Wretches,  with  Hearts  as  hard  as  Stonet, 
Infult  his  Piety  and  Groans  j 
Gall  was  the  Food  they  gave  him  there, 
And  mcck'd  his  Thiift  with  Vinegar] 

£  But  GOD  beheid  j  and  from  his  Throne 
Marks  out  the  Men  that  hate  his  Son  j 
The  Hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  Dead, 
Shall  pour  the  Vengeance  on  their  Head. 

PSALM    7i.  a/.   5-9.     Ttrfi  ParU 

The  aged  Sain  fs  RtfleQion  and  Hop t> 

3   X/fY  GOD,  my  everlafting  Hope, 
^-     I  live  upon  thy  Truth  j 
Thine  Haads  have  held  my  Childhood  up, 
And  ftrengtbenM  all  my  Youth, 
a  My  Flefh  was  fafhicn'd  by  thy  Pow'r, 
With  all  thefe  Limbs  of  mine; 
And  from  my  Mother's  painful  Hour 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  Life  new  Wonders  (ten 

Repeated  ev'ry  Year  $ 
Behold  my  Days  that  yet  remain, 
I  truft  them  to  thy  Care. 

4  Cait  me  not  off  when  Strength  declines, 

When  hoary  Hairs  a>  ife } 


Ah4 


PSALM    LX%V  nj 

And  round  me  let  thy  Glory  ihine, 
Whene'er  thy  Servant  dies. 
5  1  hen  in  the  Hift  ry  of  my  Age, 
When  Men  review  my  Days, 
They'll  read  thy  Love  in  ev'ry  Page, 
In  ev'ry  Line  thy  Praife. 

P  S  A  L  M  71.  <v.  1 5-,  H>  l6>  2S»  **>  *4«  *<£  Par?* 

Chrift  our  Strength  and  Right  eoufnefs. 

1  \jr  Y  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend, 
iVl    when  I  begin  thy  Praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  Numbers  end, 
The  Numbers  of  thy  Grace  ? 
%  Thou  art  my  everlaft  ng  Trufi, 
Thy  Goodnefs  I  adore  * 
And  fince  I  knew  thy  ( Jraces  firft 
I  fpeak  thy  Glories  more. 
5  My  Feet  (hall  travel  all  the  Length, 
Of  thecel  ftial  Road, 
And  march  with  Courage  in  thy  Strength, 
To  fee  my  Father  GO J>. 

4  When  I  am  fili'd  with  fore  Diftrefs 

For  fome  furprifing  Sin, 
I'll  plead  thv  perfecl  Righteoufneis, 
And  mention  none  but  Thine. 

5  How  will  my  Lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  VicV.  i-s  of  my  King  t 
My  Soul,  redeem'd  frow  Sin  and  Hel>» 
Shall  thy  Salvation  fing. 
£  [My  1  onguemall  all  the  Day  proclaim 
My  Saviour  and  my  GOD  j 
His  Death  has  brought  my  Foes  to  Shaxae* 
And  drown'd  'em  in  his  Blood. 
7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  Pow'js  5 
With  this  delightful  Song 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  Hours, 
Nor  think  the  Seafon  long.l 

?6  3PSA&2& 


ut  PSALM    LXXI. 

P  S  A  L  M  71.    v.  17—  ai.    Third  Part. 

The  aged  ChriJHan's  Prayer  and  Song ;  or,  Old  Jge> 
Death,  and  the  Refurre&ion. 

1  Cl  O  I>  of  my  Childhood,  and  my  Youth, 
%JJ     The  Guide  of  all  my  Days, 
I  have  declared  thy  heavnly  Truth, 
And.toldthy  wond'rous  Ways, 
a  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  Hairs, 
And  leave  my  fainting  Heart  ? 
Who  IhalLfuftain  my  finking  Years, 
If  G  O  D  my  Strength  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  PowY  and  Truth  proclaim, 

To  the  furviving  Age, 
And  leave  a  Savour  of  thy  Name, 
When  I  (hall  quit  the  Stage. 

4  The  Lands  of  Silence  and  of  Death 

Attend  my  next  Remove  j 
O  may  thefe  poor  Remains  of  Breath 
Teach  the  wide  World  thy  Love  I 
PAUSE. 

5  Thy  Righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Unfearchable  thy  Deeds  j 
Thy  Glory  fpreads  beyond  the  Sky, 
Ami  all  my  Praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  Threat'nings  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  Grief: 
But  when  thy  Hand  has  preft  me  fore, 
Thy  Grace  was  my  Relief. 

7  By  long  Experience  have  I  known 

Thy  i'ov'reign  Pow'r  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  Command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  Grave. 
3  When  I  lie  bui  y'd  deep  in  Duft, 
My  Flefh  fhall  be  thy  Care  j 
Thefe  witheiing  Limbs  with  Thee  I  truft, 
To  raiie  'era  {hong  and  fair. 

P  8  ALM 


P  S  ALM    LXXIL  -i«7 

PSALM    72,    Firft  Part. 
The  Kingdom  of  Chrift. 

1  pREATGOD,  whofe  univerfal  Sway 
*~*  The  known  and  unknown  World*  obe/j 
Now  give  the  Kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  Pow'r,  exalt  his  Throne. 

a  Thy  Sceptre  well  becomes  his  Hands, 
All  Hea-v'n  fubmits  to  his  Commands  § 
His  Juftice  (hall  avenge  the  Poor, 
And  Pride  and  Rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  Pow'r  he  vindicates  the  Juft, 
And  treads  th'  Oppreflbr  in  the  Duft  j 
His  Worfhip  and  his  Fear  fhali  lafl 

Till  Hours,  and  Years,  and  Time  be  paft. 

4  As  Rain  on  Meadows  newly  mown, 
So  fhall  he  fend  his  Influence  down  s 
His  Grace  en  fainting  Souls  diftils, 
Like  heav'nly  Dew  on  thirfty  Hills. 

I  The  Heathen  Lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  Shades  of  overfpreading  Death, 
Revive  at  his  firft  dawning  Light, 
And  Defarts  bloifom  at  the  Sight. 

6  The  Saints  mail  flourim  in  his  Days, 
Dreft  in  the  Robes  of  Joy  and  Praifej 
Peace,  like  a  River,  from  his  Throne 
Shall  flow  to  Nations  yet  unknown. 

PSALM   72.     Second? art. 
Chri(t\f  Kingdom  among  the  Gentiles, 
1   T  E  S  US  (hall  reign  where- e'er  the  Sun 
J     Does  his  fucceffive  Journies  run; 
His  Kingdom  ftretch  from  Shore  to  Shore, 
TiU  Moohs  (hall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 
%  [Behold  the  Iflands,  with  their  Kings, 
And  Europe  her  belt  Tribute  brings; 
From  North  to  South  the  Princes  meet, 
To  pay  their  Homage  at  &.§  Feet, 

3  Thert 


st*  PSALM    LXXIU. 

3  There  2*rfia%  glorious  to  behold, 
There  India  fliines  in  Eaftern  Gold  ; 
And  barb'rou*  Nations  at  his  Word 
Submit,  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord.} 

4  For  him  fiiall  eadlefs  Pray'r  be  made, 
And  Praifes  throng  to  crown  his  Head  5 
His  Name  like  fweet  Perfume  fhall  rife 
With  ev'ry  Morning  Sacrifice. 

5  People  and  Realms  of  ev'ry  Tongue 
Dwell  on  his  Love  with  fweeteft  Song} 
And  Infant-Voices  fhall  proclaim 
Their  early  Blefiings  on  his  Name* 

6  Bleflings  abound  where'er  he  reigns, 
The  Pris'ner  leaps  to  loofe  his  Chains  \ 
The  Weary  find  eternal  Reft, 

And  all  the  Sons  of  Want  are  bieft, 

7  [W  ere  he  difplays  his  healing  Pow'r, 
Death  and  the  Curfe  are  known  no  more  5 
In  him  the  Tribes  of  Adam  boaft 

More  Bleffings  than  their  Father  loft. 

8  Let  ev'ry  Creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  Honours  to  our  King  : 
Angels  dexend  with  Songs  again, 
And  Earth  repeat  his  loud  Amen.] 

1 
PSALM  73.    Firft  Part.    Common  Metre. 

Ajjlifted  Saints  happy)  and  pro/per  ous  Sinners  curfufc. 

3  "NJ  O  W  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
•^   To  Men  of  Heai  t  fi.cere, 
Yet  nnce  my  foolifh  Thoughts  repin'd, 
And  border'd  on  Defpair. 
a  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  Wickrd  thrive, 
And  fpoke  with  angry  Breath, 
*'  H  w  pleafant  and  pro'ane  they  live  > 
"  Flow  peaceful  is  their  Death  ! 
3  ««  With  well-fed  Flefh  and  haughty  Eye* 

«•  They  lay  tbeii  *«aw  to  Ikep  >  .  m 

J«  A«a»nft 


PSALM    LXXIH.  x%$ 

««  Againft  the  Heav'ns  their  Slander*  rife, 
"  While  Saints  in  Silence  weep, 
4.  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  Hands  to  pray, 
'•'  And  cieanfe  my  Heart  in  vain, 
«  For  I  am  chaften'd  all  the  Day, 
"  The  Night  renews  my  Pain." 
I  Yet  while  my  Tongue  indulg'd  Complaint^ 
I  felt  my  Heart  reprove  j 
"  Sure  I  mall  thus  offend  thy  Saints, 
"  And  grieve  the  Men  I  Love." 
6  But  ftill  I  found  my  Doubts  too  hard* 
The  Conflidk  too  fevere, 
Till  I  retired  to  fearch  thy  Word, 
And  learn  thy  Secrets  there. 
j  There,  as  in  fome  prophetic  Glafs, 
I  faw  the  Siwner's  Feet 
High  mounted  on  a  (lippVy  Place 
Befide  a  fi'ry  Pit. 
S  I  beard  the  Wretch  profanely  boalt* 
*Till  at  thy  Frown  he  fell ; 
His  Honours  in  a  Dream  were  loft* 
And  he  awakes  in  Hell. 
9  Lord,  what  an  envious  Fool  I  was ! 
How  like  a  thoughtlefs  Beaft  ! 
Thus  to  fufpeft  thy  promis'd  Grace, 
And  think  the  YVicked  bleft. 
30  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  Defpair, 
Upheld  by  Pow'r  unknown  : 
That  bleffed  Hand  that  broke  the  Snare, 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  Throne, 

PSALM  73.1/.  23—28.  2d  Part.  Com.  Mttr& 

C  OD  cur  Portion  here  and  hereafter « 

3  £J  O  D,  my  Supporter  and  my  Hope, 
^  My  Help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  Arm  of  Mercy  held  me  Up* 

Whea  finkiflg  ia  Defpair, 

*Tfcy 


t3o  P  SAL  M    LXXIII. 

4  Thy  Counfels,  Lord,  (hall  guide  my  Feet 
Through  this  dark  Wildernefs; 
Thine  Hand  conduct  me  near  thy  Seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  Face. 

3  Were  I  in  Heav'n  without  my  GOD, 

'Twould  be  no  Joy  to  me  j 
And  whilft  this  Earth  is  my  Abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  Thee. 

4  What  if  the  Springs  of  Life  were  broke, 

And  Flefh  and  Heart  mould  faint, 
G  O  D  is  my  Soul's  eternal  Rock, 
The  Strength  of  ev'ry  Saint. 

5  Behold,  the  Sinners  that  remove 

Far  from  thy  Prefence  die  ; 

Not  all  the  Idol  Gods  they  love, 

Can  fave  'em  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  Thee,  my  G  O  D, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  Employ  ; 
My  Tongue  mall  found  thy  Works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  World  my  Joy. 

P  S  A  L  M  73.  a>.  2,2,  3,  6, 17—20.  Long  Metre. 
The  Profperiiy  of  Sinners  curfed. 

1  T   ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  Wretch  was  I, 
"*■*  To  mourn  and  murmur,  and  repine 
To  fee  the  Wicked  plac'd  on  high, 
In  Pride  and  Robes  of  Honour  mine  ! 

*  But,  O  their  End,  their  dreadful  End! 
Thy  Sancluary  taught  me  fo; 
On  fiipp'ry  Rocks  1  fee  them  ftand, 
And  fi'ry  Billows  roll  below. 

3  New  let  'em  boaft  how  tail  they  rife, 
I'll  never  envy  them  again  ; 
There  they  may  ftand  with  haughty  Eyes, 
Till  ;hey  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  Pain. 

4.  Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  fall  they  flee  I 

juft  like  a  Dream  when  Mea  awakes: 

Their 


PSALM    LXXIII.  tp 

Their  Songs  of  fofteft  Harmony 
Are  but  a  Preface  to  thir  Plagues. 

5  Now  I  efteem  their  Mirth  and  Wine 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  Blood  s 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  Life,  my  Portion,  and  myGOD, 

PSALM    73.    Short  Metre. 

The  My  fiery  of  Providence  unfolded,, 

1  CURE  there  is  a  righteous  GOD, 
**     Nor  is  Religion  vain  j 
Though  Men  of  Vice  may  boaft  aloud, 
And  Men  of  Grace  complain. 
*  I  faw  the  Wicked  rife, 

And  felt  my  Heart  repjne, 
While  haughty  Fools,  with  feornful  Eyes, 
In  Robes  of  Honour  fhine. 

3  [Famper'd  with  wanton  Eafe, 

Their  Flefli  looks  full  and  fair ; 
Their  Wealth  roils  in  like  flowing  Seas, 
And  grows  without  their  Care, 

4  Free  fiom  the  Plagues  and  Pains 

That  pious  Souls  endure, 
Through  all  their  Life  Oppreflion  reigns, 

And  racks  the  humble  Poor. 
3  Their  impious  Tongues  blafpheme 

The  everlafting  GOD; 
Their  Malice  blaits  the  good  Man's  Name, 

A.nd  fpreads  their  Lies  abroad. 

6  But  f,  with  flowing  Tears, 

Indulg'd  my  Doubts  to  rife  j 
"  Is  there  a  GO  D  that  fees  or  kears 
"  The  Things  below  the  Skies?"] 

7  The  Tumults  of  my  Thought 

Held  me  in  hard  Sufpenfe, 
Till  to  thy  Houfe  ray  Feet  were  brought, 
To  team  thy  Juitice  thence, 

S  Thy 


Mit  PSALM    LXXIVo 

I  Thy  Word  with  Light  and  Pow'r 
Did  my  Miftakes  amend  ; 
I  view'd  the  Sinner's  Life  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  End. 
9  On  what  a  flipp'iy  Steep 

The  thoughtlefs  Wre.ches  go! 
And  O  that  dreadful  fi'ry  Deep 
That  waits  their  Fa,  below  ! 
io  Lord,  at  thy  Feet  I  how, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  ? 

I  call  my  G  O  D  my  Portion  now, 

And  all  my  Powers  are  thine. 

PSALM    74. 
The  Church  f leading  nvitb  GOD  under  fore  Ftr 

fecutions. 
1  miLLGODfor  ever  caft  us  off? 
y  v      His  Wrath  for  ever  fmoak 
Againll  the  People  of  his  Love, 
His  little  chofen  Flock  ? 
%  Think  of  the  Tribes  fo  dearly  bought 
Wi'h  their  Redeemer's  Blood  j 
Nor  let  thy  Sion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  Glory  ftood. 

3  Lift  up  thv  Feet,  and  march  in  Hafte, 

Aloud  our  Ruin  calls  $ 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  Wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  Walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  Churches  prayM  and  fang, 

Thy  Fcrs  profanely  roar; 
Over  thy  Gates  their  Enfigns  hang. 
Sad  Tokens  of  their  PowV. 

5  How  are  the  Seats  of  Worfhip  broke  ? 

They  tear  the  Buildings  down, 
And  he  that  denls  the  he.tviefl  Stroke, 
Procures  the  chief  Renown. 

6  With  Fl-mes  they  threaten  to  deiiroy 

Thy  Children  in  their  N«ft  * 


Come 


PSALM  XXXIV*  4tf3 

€tm  let  us  burn  at  once,  they  cry, 

Toe  Temple  and  ibs  Frieft. 
f  And  ftill  to  heighten  our  Biftrefs, 

Thy  Prefence  is  withdrawn  § 
Thy  wonted  Signs  of  Pow'r  and  Grace, 

Thy  Pow'r  and  Grace  are  gone.  - 
£  No  Prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  Woes, 

But  all  the  Seers  mourn  $ 
There's  not  a  Soul  amongft  us  knows  * 

The  Time  of  thy  Return. 

PAUSE. 

a  How  long,  eternal  GOD,  how  long, 
Shall  Men  of  Pride  blafpheme? 
Shall  Saints  be  made  their  endlefs  Song, 
And  bear  immortal  Shame  ? 
1$  Canft  thou  for  ever  fit  and  hear 
Thine  holy  Name  profan'd  ? 
And  ftill  thy  Jealoufy  forbear, 
And  ftill  with-hold  thine  Hand  ? 
XI  What  ftrange  Deliv'rance  haft  thou  (howfl 
In  Ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  G  O  D  we  own, 
No  other  GOD  adore. 
ia  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  Sea, 
By  thy  refiftlefs  Might, 
To  make  thy  Tribes  a  wond'rous  Way, 
And  then  fecure  their  Flight. 
13  Is  not  the  World  of  Nature  thine, 
The  Darknefs  and  the  Day  ? 
Didft  not  thou  bid  the  Morning  mine, 
And  mark  the  Sun  his  Way  ? 
14.  Hath  not  thy  Pow'r  form'd  ev'ry  Coaft, 
And  fet  the  Earth  its  Bounds  ? 
With  Summer's  Heat  and  Winter's  Froft, 
In  their  perpetual  Rounds  ? 
15  And  fhall  the  Sons  of  Earth  and  Duft 
That  facred  Pow'r  blafpheme ; 

v  Will 


354  PSALM    LXXV. 

Will  not  thyHand  that  form'd  'cm  firft, 

Avenge  thine  injur'd  Name  ? 
s6  Think  oh  the  Cov'nant  thou  haft  made, 

And  all  thy  Words  of  Love  j 
Nor  let  the  Birds  of  Prey  invade, 

And  vex  thy  mourning  Dove 
j 7  Our  Foes  would  triumph  in  our  Blood, 

And  make  our  Hope  their  Jeft  j 
Plead  thine  own  Caufe,  Almighty  GOD, 

And  give  thy  Children  Reft. 

P  S  A  L  M  75. 

Power  and  Government  from  GOD  alone. 
Applied  to  the  glorious  Revolution    by  Kin^ 
William,  or  the  happy  Acceflion  of  King 
George  to  the  Throne. 
iTO  Thee,  moft  Holy,  and  moft  High, 
•*■    To  Thee,  we  bring  our  thankful  Praife  ; 
Thy  Works  declare  thy  Name  is  nigh, 
Thy  Works  of  Wonder  and  of  Grace. 

2  Britain  was  doom'd  ro  be  a  Slave, 

Her  Frame  diflblv'd  ;  her  Fears  were  great  j 
When  G  O  D  a  new  Supporter  gave, 
To  bear  the  Pillars  of  the  State. 

3  He  from  thy  Hand  receiv'd  his  Crown, 
And  fwcre  'to  rule  by  wholefome  Laws  5 
His  Foot  mail  tread  th*  Oppreilor  down, 
His  Arm  defend  the  righteous  Caufe. 

4  Let  haughty  Sinners  fmk  their  Pride, 
Nor  lift  To  high  their  fcornful  Head  j 
But  lay  their  foohfh  Thoughts  afide, 
And  own  the  King  that  GOD  ha;h  made. 

5  Such  Honours  never  come  by  Chance, 
Nor  do  the  Winds  Promotion  blow  j 
*Tis  GOD  the  Judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  GOD  that  lays  another  low. 

6  No  vain  Pretence  to  Royal  Birth, 
Shall  fix  a  Tyrant  on  the  Throne  j 

GOD, 


PSALM    LXXVI.  ijy 

GOD,  the  great  Sov'reign  of  the  Earth, 
Will  rife,  and  make  his  Juftice  known. 

7  [His  Hand  holds  out  the  dreadful  Cup 

Of  Vengeance,  mix'd  with  various  Plagues, 
To  make  the  Wicked  drink  'em  up, 
Wring  out,  and  tafte  the  bitter  Dregs. 

8  Now  fliall  the  Lord  exalt  the  Juft, 
And  while  he  tramples  on  the  Proud, 
And  lays  their  Glory  in  the  Dull, 
My  Lips  fliall  (ing  his  Praife  aloud.] 

PSALM   76. 

Ifrael  fa<ved>  and  the  A  (Tynans  defrayed  j  or, 
G  O  D's  Vengeance  againfi  bis  Enemies  proceeds 
from  bis  Church. 

iTN  Judab,  G  O D  of  old  was  known f 
•*■    His  Name  in  Ifrael  great ; 
In  Salem  flood  his  holy  Throne, 
And  Sioti  was  his  Seat. 
s  Among  the  Praifes  of  his  Saints, 
His  Dwelling  there  he  chofe  ; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  juft  Complaints, 
Againft  their  haughty  Foes. 
3  From  Sion  went  his  dreadful  Word, 
And  broke  the  threat'ning  Spear, 
The  Bow,  the  Arrow,  and  theSword, 
And  crufli'd  th'  Affyrian  War. 
4,  What  are  the  Earth's  wide  Kingdoms  elfe 
Eut  mighty  Hills  of  Prey ; 
The  Hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells, 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  Sion's  King  that  ftopp'd  the  Breath 

Of  Captains  and  their  Bands ; 
The  Men  of  Might  flept  faft  in  Death, 
And  never  found  their  Hands. 

6  At  thy  Rebuke,  O  Jacob**  GOD, 

Both  Horte  and  Chariot  fell  s 

Who 


*3*  P.S.AX.  M    LXXVIlc 

Who  knows  the  Terrors  of  thy  Rod } 
Thy  Vengeance  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  PowY  can  Hand  before  thy  Sight 

.  When  once  thy  Wrath  appears? 
When  Heav'n  (nines  round  with  dreadful  Light, 
The  Earth  lies  ftill  and  fears. 

8  When  GOD,  in  his  own  fov'reign  Ways, 

Comes  down  to  fave  th'  Oppreft, 
The  Wrath  of  Man  (hall  work  his  Praife, 
And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 

9  [Vow  to  the  Lord,  and  Tribute  bring, 

Ye  Princes,  fear  his  Frown  : 
His  Terror  (hakes  the  proudeft  King, 
And  cuts  an  Army  down. 

10  The  Thunder  of  his  (harp  Rebuke 

Our  haughty  Foes  (hall  feel  j 
For  Jacob's  GOD  hath  not  forfook, 
But  dwells  in  Sion  ftill.] 

PSALM    77.    Firft  Part, 
Melancholy  a/faulting,  and  Hope  prevailing, 

i  Hp  Q  GO  D  I  cryM  with  mournful  Voice, 
•*■     I  fought  his  gracious  Ear, 
In  the  fad  Day,  when  Troubles  rofe, 
And  fill'd  the  Night  with  Fear, 
a  Sad  were  my  Days,  and  dark  my  Nights, 
My  Soul  refus'd  Relief  j 
I  thought  on  GOD,  the  Juft  and  Wife, 
But  Thoughts  increas'd  my  Grief. 

3  Still  I  complain'd,  and  ftill  oppreft, 

My  Heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  GO  D,  thy  Wrath  forbad  my  Reft, 
And  kept  my  Eyes  awake. 

4  My  overwhelming  Sorrows  grew, 

Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  j 
Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
And  caird  thy  Judgments  o'er. 


PSALM    LXXVIL  sj>, 

5  I  caird  back  Years  and  ancient  Times, 

When  I  beheld  thy  Face : 
My  Spirit  fearcii'd  for  fecret  Crime* 
That  might  with-hold  thy  Grace, 

6  I  call'd  thy  Mercies  to  my  Mind, 

Which  I  enjoy'd  before  j 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  ? 
His  Face  appear  no  more  ? 
j  Will  he  for  ever  caft  me  off? 
His  Promife  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  Love  * 
Shall  Anger  ftill  prevail  ? 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  Thought, 

This  dark  defpairing  Frame, 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  Hand  hath  wroughtj 
Thy  Hand  is  ftill  the  fame. 

9  Til  think  again  of  all  thy  Ways, 

And  talk  thy  Wonders  o'er  5 
Thy  Wonders  of  recov'ring  Grace, 
When  Flelh  cculd  help  no  more. 
io  Grace  dwelis  with  Juftice  on  the  Throne  \ 
And  Men  that  love  thy  Word, 
Have  in  thy  Sanctuary  known 
The  Counfels  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM    77.    Second  Part. 
Comfort  derived  from,  ancient  Providence  ;    or, 
Ifrael   delivered  from  Egypt,    and  brought  to 
Canaan, 
i  "  O  O  W  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  Rod  ? 
"    "  (May  thy  own  Children  fay) 
"  The  Great,  the  Wife,  the  dreadful  GOD! 
"  How  holy  is  his  Way  !'* 
a  HI  meditate  his  Works  of  old  j 
The  King  that  reigns  above, 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  Wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  Love, 
3  Long  did  the  Houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 

With  'Bgypft  Yoke  oppreft  j 
\  :   •  kong 


;Sj  PSALM    LXXVHL 

Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  Cry, 

Nor  gave  his  People  Reft. 
4.  The  Sons  of  good  old  Jacob  feem'd 

Abandoned  to  their  Foes  j 
But  his  Almighty  Arm  redeem'd 

The  Nation  that  he  chofe. 

5  Ifr'el,  his  People,  and  his  Sheep, 

Muft  follow  where  he  calls  j 
He  bid  them  venture  through  the  Deep, 
And  made  the  Waves  their  Walls. 

6  The  Waters  faw  Thee,  mighty  GOD, 

The  Waters  faw  Thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  ftood, 
To  make  thine  Armies  Room. 

7  Strange  was  thy  Journey  through  the  Sea, 

Thy  Footfteps,  Lord,  unknown  : 
Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  Way, 
That  brings  thy  Mercies  down. 

8  [Thy  Voice  with  Terror  in  the  Sound 

Through  Clouds  and  Darknefs  broke  ; 
All  Heavn  in  Lightning  fhone  around, 
And  Earth  with  Thunder  fhook. 

9  Thine  Arrows  through  the  Skies  were  hurl'dj 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprize  and  Trembling  feizM  the  World, 
And  his  own  Saints  ador'd. 

10  He  gave  them  Water  from  the  Rock  j 

And  fafe  by  Mofes*  Hand, 
Through  a  dry  Defart  led  his  Flock 
Home  to  the  promis'd  Land.] 

PSALM   78.    FirflPart. 
Providences  of  God  recorded ;  or,  pious  Education 

and  InfiruSion  of  Children. 

1  T   E  T  Children  hear  the  mighty  Deeds 

*-^     Which  GOD  perform'd  of  old  ; 

Which  in  our  younger  Years  we  faw, 

And  which  our  Father's  told. 

»  He 


PSALM    LXXVIir.  is9 

%  He  bids  us  make  his  Glories  known  ; 
His  Works  of  Pow'r  and  Grace; 
And  well  convey  his  Wonders  down 
Through  ev'ry  riling  Race. 
,  3  Our  Lips  (hail  tell  them  to  our  Sons, 
And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  Generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  Heirs. 
4  Thus  they  mall  learn,  in   G  OD  alone 
Their  Hope  fecurely  ftands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  Works, 
But  practife  his  Commands. 

PSALM    7$.    Secsr.d  Part, 

IfraeiV  Rebellion  and  Punijbment ;  or,  The  Sins  and 
Cbajtifements  of  G  O  Drs  People. 

OW  H  A  T  a  ftiff  rebellious  Houfe 
Was  Jacob's  ancient  Race ! 
Falfe  to  their  own  moft  folemn  Vows, 
And  to  their  Maker's  Grace. 
a  They  broke  the  Cov'nant  of  his  Love, 
And  did  his  L^aws  defpife, 
Forgot  the  Works  he  wrought,  to  prove 

His  Pow'r,  before  their  Eyes. 
They  faw  the  Plagues  on  Egypt  light 

From  his  revenging  Hand  j 

What  dreadful  Tokens  of  his  Might 

Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  Land. 

\  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  Sea, 

And  march'd  in  Safety  through, 

With  watry  WaUs  to  guard  their  Way, 

'Till  they  had  'fcap'd  the  Foe. 
A  wond'rous  Pillar  mark'd  the  Road, 

Compos'd  of  Shade  and  Light  j 
By  Day  it  prov'd  a  fheltVing  Cloud, 
A  leading  Fire  by  Night. 

G  6  He 


u*  PSALM    LXXVUI. 

6  He  from  the  Rock  their  Thirft  fupply'd, 

The  gufhing  Waters  fell, 
And  ran  in  Rivers  by  their  Side, 
A  conftant  Miracle. 

7  Yet  they  provok  d  the  Lord  moft  High, 

And  dar'd  diftruft  his  Hand  j 
t:  Can  be  ivitb  Bread  our  Hofi  fupply 

"  Amldft  this  defart  Land ?" 
%  The  Lord  with  Indignation  heard, 

And  caus'd  his  Wrath  to  flame  j 
His  Terrors  ever  (land  prepar'd 

To  vindicate  his  Name. 

PS  A'L  M  78.     Third  Part. 
The  Punifbment  of  Luxury  and  Intemperance  j  or, 

Chafiiftment  and  Salvation. 
1  1X7  HEN  Ifr'el  fins,  the  Lord  reproves, 
vv    And  fills  their  Hearts  with  Dread  j 
Vet  he  forgives  the  Men  he  loves, 
And  fends  them  heav'nly  Bread. 
a  He  fed  them  with  a  liberal  Hand, 
And  made  his  Treafures  known  j 
He  gave  the  Midnight  Clouds  Command 
To  pour  Provifion  down. 
3  The  Manna,  like  a  Morning  ShowV, 
Lay  thick  around  their  Feet  ; 
The  Coin  of  Heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure, 
As  though  'twere  Angels  Meat. 
a  But  they  in  murm'ring  Language  faid, 
"  Manna  is  all  our  Feaft  ; 
«f  We  loath  this  light,  this  airy  Bread; 
<f  We  mult  have  Flefh  to  tarte." 
$  Ye  /ball  have  flefb  to  pkafe  your  Luflt 
The  Lord  in  Wrath  reply'd, 
And  fent  'em  Quails,  like  Sand  or  Duft, 
Heap'd  up  from  Side  to  Side. 
6  He  gave  'em  al!  their  own  Defue  j 
And  greedy  as  they  M} 

'  t  Hill 


P  S  A  L  M  IXXVIII.  H* 

His  Vengeance  burnt  with  fecret  Fire, 

And  fmote  the  Rebels  dead. 
7  When  fome  were  (lain,  the  reft  return'd, 

And  fought  the  Lord  with  Tears  j 
Under  the  Rod  they  feard  and  mourn'd, 

But  foon  forgot  their  Fears. 
2  Oft  he  chaftis'd,  and  ftill  forgave, 

'Till  by  his  gracious  Hand, 
The  Nation  he  refolv'd  to  fave 

Poflefs'd  the  promis'd  Land, 

PSALM  78.  v.  %%.  Sec.    Fourth  Part. 

Badjliding  and  Forg'wenefs ;  or,  Sin  punified,  and 
Saints  Jawed. 

%  pREAT  GOD,    how  oft  did  Ifr'el  provs 
^  By  Turns  thine  Anger  and  thy  Love  ? 
There  in  a  Gfofs  our  Hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be 

a  How  foon  the  fakhltfs  Jeivt  forgot 
The  dreadful  Wonders  GOD  had  wrought  ! 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  Face, 
Nor  fear  his  PowV,  nor  trult  his  Grace. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  Years  in  Pain, 
And  made  their  Travels  long  and  vain  j 

A  tedious  March  through  unknown  Ways, 
Wore  out  their  Strength,  and  fpent  their  Days, 

4  Oft  when  they  faw  their  Brethren  fiain, 
They  mourn'd,  and  fought  the  Lord  again  5 
Call'd  him  the  Rock  of  their  Abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer,  and  their  GOD. 

5  Their  Pray'rs  and  Vows  before  h'm  rife, 
As  flattVing  Word?,  or  folemn  Lyes, 
While  their  rebellious  Tempers  prove 
Falfe  to  his  Cov'narrt  and  his  Love, 

6  Yet  did  his  fov'reign  Grace  fori 
The  Men  who  not  deferv'd  to 

G  *  Ills 


Love, 


■ 


H*  PSALM    LXXX. 

His  Anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 
Or  elfe  with  gentle  Flame  it  burn'd. 
7  He  faw  their  Flefli  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  faw  Temptations  Itill  prevail : 
The  GOD  of  Abra'm  lovd  them  ftill, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  Hill. 

PSALM    80. 

The  Church's  Prayer  under  Affliclion ;  or,  The  Vine- 
yard of  GGD  nvajied. 

1   PREAT  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 
^    Who  didft  between  the  Cherubs  dwell, 
And  lead  the  Tribes,  thy  ehofen  Sheep, 
Safe  through  the  Defart  and  the  Deep. 

a  Thy  Church  is  in  the  Defart  now, 
Shine  from  en  high,  and  guide  us  through  j 
Turn  us  to  Thee,  thy  Love  reftoie, 
We  mall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

3  Great  GOD,  whom  heavenly  Hofts  obey, 
How  long  (hall  we  lament  and  pray  ? 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  Return  ? 
How  long  mall  thy  fierce  Anger  burn  > 

4.  Inftead  of  Wine  and  chearful  Bread, 
Thy  Saints  with  their  own  Tears  are  fed  ; 
Turn  us  to  Thee,  thy  Love  reftore, 
We  mail  be  fav'd,  and  ugh  no  more. 
PAUSE    I. 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted  with  thy  Hands 
A  lovely  Vine  in  Heathen  Lands  ? 
Did  not  thy  Power  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nl y  Dews  enrich  the  Ground  ? 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  Branches  fhoor, 
And  blefs  the  Nations  with  their  Fruit  ? 
But  now  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  Vine,  that  lovely  Tree. 

7  Why  is  its  Beauty  thus  defae'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  Fences  wafte  ? 

Strangers 


PSALM    LXXXI.  Hi 


Strangers  and  Foes  againft  her  join, 

And  ev'ry  Bead  devours  the  Vine. 
8  Return,  Almighty  GOD,  return  ; 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  Vineyard  mourns 

Turn  us  to  Thee,  thy  Love  reftore, 

We  mall  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 
PAUSE   II. 
9"  Lord,  when  this  Vine  in  Canaan  grew, 

Thou  waft  its  Strength  and  Glory  too ! 

Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  Foes, 

'Till  the  fair  Branch  of  Promife  rofe. 
30  Fair  Branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  flioot 

From  Davtd's  Stock,  from  Jacob's  Root  3 

Himfelf  a  noble  Vine,  and  we 

The  leffer  Branches  of  the  Tree. 
11  'Tis  thy  own  Son ;  and  he  (hall  ftand 

Girt  with  thy  Strength  at  thy  Right-Hand^ 
-  Thy  firft-born  Son,  adorned  and  bleft 

With  Pow'r  and  Grace  above  the  reft. 
52  O !  for  his  Sake,  attend  our  Cry, 

Shine  on  thy  Churches,  left  they  die  ; 

Turn  us  to  Thee,  thy  Love  reftore, 

We  mall  be  fav3d,  and  figh  no  more. 

P  S  A  L  M  81.    v.  1.  8—1$. 

the  Warnings  of  GOD  to  his  People  ;  or,  Spiritual 


BleJJZngs  and  Punijbments, 


1  Q I N  G  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
^     And  make  a  joyful  Noife; 
GODi?  our  Strength,  our  Saviour  GOD; 
Let  IjYel hear  his  Voice. 
%  *'  From  vile  Idolatry 

"  Preferve  my  Worfhip  clean  ; 
"  lam  the  Lord,  who  fet  thee  free 
"  From  Slavery  and  Sin. 
3  "  Stretch  thy  Defires  abroad, 
"  And  111  fupply  them  well  e 

G  3  **  But 


■4t  PSALM    LXXXIf. 

"  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  GOD, 
"  If  Ifr'el  will  rebel  j 

4  ««  1 11  leave  them,  faith  th§  Lord, 

"  To  their  own  Lulls  a  Prey, 
"  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  Road  j 
"  'Tis  their  own  chofen  Way. 

5  "  Yet,  O  !  that  all  my  Saints 

"  Would  harken  to  my  Voice  ! 
"  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  Complaints, 
"  And  bid  their  Hearts  rejoice. 
*  "  While  I  deftroy  their  Foes, 
"  Vd  richly  feed  my  Flock, 
"  And  they  (hall  tafte  the  Stream  that  flows 
••  From  their  eternal  Rock." 

PSALM    %x. 

COD  the  Supreme  Governor \   or,  Magi/lrates 
warned* 


i    AMONG  th'  AflTemblies  of  the  Great, 
**■  A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  Seat  j 
The  G  O  D  of  Heav'n  as  Judge  furveys 
Thofe  Gods  on  Earth,  and  ail  their  Ways. 

z  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  Laws  ? 
Or  why  fupport  th*  unrighteous  Caufe? 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  Poor, 
That  Sinners  vex  the  Saints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know  j 
Dai  k  are  the  Ways  in  which  they  go  j 
Their  Name  of  earthly  Gods  is  vain, 

For  they  /hall  fall  and  die  like  Men. 

4  Atife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
PofTefs  his  univerfal  Throne, 

And  rule  the  Nations  with  his  Rod  ; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  GOD. 


PSALM 


A 


PSALM    LXXXIII.  *4f 

PSALM  83. 

A  Complaint  agafajl  Perfection* 

ND  will  the  GOD  of  Grace 
Perpetual  Silence  keep; 
The  G  O  D  of  Juftice  hold  his  Peace* 

And  let  his  Vengeance  fleep  ? 
Behold,  what  curfed  Snares 

The  Men  of  Mifchief  fpread  : 
The  Men  that  hate  thy  Saints  and  Thee, 

Lift  up  their  threat  ning  Head. 
Againft  thy  hidden  Ones 

Their  Counfels  they  employ, 
And  Malice  with  her  watchful  Eye 
Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 
|.  The  Noble  and  the  Bafe 
Into  thy  Paftures  leap  j 
The  Lion  and  the  ftupid  Afs 
Confpire  to  vex  thy  Sheep, 
j  "  Come  let  us  join,  they  cry, 
'*  To  root  them  from  the  Ground, 
<•  Till  not  the  Name  of  Saints  remain, 

"  Nor  Mem'ry  (hall  be  found." 
>  Awake,  Almighty  GOD, 

And  call  thy  Wrath  to  Mind ; 
Giye  them  like  Forefts  to  the  Fire, 
Or  Stubble  to  the  Wind. 
j  Convince  their  Madnefs,  Lord,  « 

And  make  them  feek  thy  Name  5 
Or  elfe  their  ftubborn  Rage  confound, 
That  they  may  die  in  Shame. 
9  Then  (hall  the  Nations  know  ■'     < 

That  glorious  dreadful  Word, 
J  E HO V  AH  is  thy  Name  alone, 
And  thou  the  Sovereign  Lord,    - 

G4  PSALM 


H*  PSALM    LXXXIV. 

PSALM  84.    Firji  Part.    Long  Metre, 
The  Pleafure  of  Public  Worjbip. 

1  TJ  O  W  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
*■*  O  Lord  of  Hofts,  thy  Dwellings  are! 
With  longDefire  my  Spirit  faints, 

To  meet  th'  Affemblies  of  thy  Saints. 

2  My  Flefh  would  reft  in  thine  Abode, 
My  panting  Heart  cries  out  for  G  O  D  ; 
My  GOD!  my  King  !  why  mould  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  Joys  and  Thee  ? 

3  The  Sparrow  chufes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  Young  provides  her  Ne/f  $ 
But  will  my  G  OD  to  Sparrows  grant 
That  Pieaiure  which  his  Children  want  ? 

4  Blefl  are  the  Saints  who  lit  on  high, 
Around  thy  Throne  of  Majefty  j 
The  brighteft  Glories  mine  above, 
And  all  their  Work  is  Praife  and  Loves 

5  Bleft  are  the  Souls  that  find  a  Place 
Within  the  Temple  of  thy  Grace  ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  Rays, 
And  feek  thy  Face,  and  learn  thy  Praifa. 

6  Bieft  are  the  Men  whole  Hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  Way  to  Stents  Gate  ; 

G  O  D  is  their  Strength  ;  and  thro'  the  Road 
They  lean  upon  their  Helper,  GOD. 

7  Ch earful  they  walk  with  growing  Strength, 
'Till  all  mail  meet  in  Heav'n  at  length, 
'Till  all  before  thy  Face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  Worihip  there. 

PSALM   84.     Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 
GOD  and  his  Church  ;  or,  Grace  and  Glory. 
j  nKEAT  GOD,  attend  while  Stcn  fings 
^Jr  The  Joy.  that  from  thy  Prefence  fprings  j 
To  fpend  one  Day  with  Thee  on  Earth 
Exceeds  a  thouiand  Days  of  Mirth. 

a  Might 


PSALM    LXXXIV.  147 

a  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  Place 

Within  thy  Houfe,  O  GOD  of  Grace, 
Not  Tents  of  Eafe,  nor  Thrones  of  Pow'r, 
Should  tempt  my  Feet  to  leave  thy  Door, 

3  GOD  is  our  Sun,  he  makes  our  Day  j 
G  O  D  is  our  Shield,  he  guards  our  Way 
From  all  th'  Aifauits  of  Hell  and  Sin, 
From  Foes  without,  and  Foes  within. 

4  All  needful  Grace  will  GOD  beftow, 
And  crown  that  Grace  with  Glory  too ; 
He  gives  us  all  Things,  and  with-holds 
No  real  Good  from  upright  Souls. 

5  O  GOD,  our  King,  whole  fovYeign  Sway 
The  glorious  Hofts  of  Heaven  obey, 

And  Devils  at  thy  Prefenceflee  j 
Blell  is  the  Man  that  trufts  in  Thee. 

PSALM  84.  <v.  1,  4,  2,  3,  10.    Paraphrafed 
in  Common  Metre, 

Delight  in  Ordinances  ofWorJhip  j  or,  G  O  D  prefent 

in  hi  j  Churches 
j  XlY  Soul,   how  lovely  is  the  Place 
•*V,A    To  which  thy  GOD  refo;  ts ! 
'Tis  Heaven  to  fee  his  fmiling  Face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  Goui  ts 
a  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  Skies 
His  faving  Pow'r  difplays, 
And  Light  breaks  in  upon  our  Eyes, 
Wi:h  kind  and  qsjick'ning  Rays. 

3  With  his  rich  Gifts  the  heav'nly  Do-ve 

Defcends,  and  fills  the  Hace, 
While  Ckrift  reveals  his  wond'rous  Love, 
And  feeds  abroad  his  Grace. 

4  There,  rwighty  GOD,  thy  Words  declare 

The  Secrets  of  thy  Will  j 
And  ftill  we  feek  thy  Mercy  there, 
And-  fmg  thy  Praifes  ftill* 

G  5  PAUSE, 


34*  PSALM    LXXXIV. 

PAUSE. 

5  My  Heart  and  Fiefii  cry  out  for  Thee, 

While  far  from  thine  Abode; 
When  (hall  I  tread  thy  Court?,  and  fee 
My  Saviour,  and  my  GOD. 

6  The  Sparrow  buiids  herfelf  a  Neft, 

And  fuffers  no  Remove; 
O  make  me,  like  the  Sparrows,  bleft, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

7  To  fit  one  Day  beneath  thine  Eye, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  Voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  Eternity 

Employed  in  carnal  Joys. 
£  Lord  at  thy  Thrtfhold  I  would  wait 

While  JESUS  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  Throne  of  State, 

Or  live  in  Tents  of  Sin. 
9  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  Land, 

And  the  more  boundlefs  Sea, 
For  one  bleft  Hour  at  thy  Right  Hand, 

I'd  give  them  both  away. 

F  S  A  L  M   84.    As  the  148th  Pfalm. 
Lmging  for  the  Houfe  of  God. 

ORD  of  the  Worlds  above, 

How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  Dwellings  of  thy  Love, 
Thy  earthly  Temples  are  ; 

To  thine  Abode 

My  Heart  afpires, 

With  warm  Defires 

To  fee  my  GOD. 
The  Spa-rrow  for  her  Young, 
With  Fleafure  fteks  a  Neft, 
And  wand  ring  Swallows  long 
To  ftnd  then  wonted  Rett  5 

My 


L 


PSALM    LXXXIV.  H§ 

My  Spirit  faints 

With  equal  Zeal 

To  rife  and  dwell 

Among  thy  Saints. 
3  O  happy  Souls  that  pray, 
Where  GOD  appoints  to  hear  \ 
O  happy  Men  that  pay 
Their  conftant  Service  there  I 

They  praife  Thee  ftiil  j 

And  happy  they 

Tnat  love  the  Way 

To  Sion's  Hill. 
4.  They  go  from  Strength  to  Strength, 
Through  this  dark  Vale  of  Tears, 
'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
'Tfll  each  in  Heav'n  appears : 

O  glorious  Seat, 

When  GOD  our  King 

Shall  thither  bring 

Our  willing  Feet ! 

PAUSE. 

5  To  fpend  one  facred  Day, 
Where  GOD  and  Saints  abide3 
Affords  diviner  Joy 
Than  thoufand  Days  befide. 
Where  GOD  refoits, 


I  love  it  more 


To  keep  the  Door 

Than  fliine  in  Courts. 
G  O  D  is  our  Sun  and  Shield, 
Our  Light  and  our  Defence  j 
With  Gifts  his  Hands  are  filTd, 
We  draw  our  Bleflings  thsnce  j 

He  (hall  bellow 

On  Jacobs  Race 

Peculiar  Grace, 

frrii  Glory  too, 
-   G  6 


4 


!£g  PSALM    LXXXV, 

7  The  Lord  his  People  loves  ; 
His  Hand  no  Good  with-holds 
From  thofe  his  Heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  Stuis  : 

Thrice  happy  he, 

OGODof  Hofts, 

Whofe  Spirit  trults 

Alone  in  Thee. 

P  S  A  L  M   85.    v.   1-8.   Fir/}  Part. 
Waiting  for  an  Anjkver  to  Prayer  j  or,  Deliverance 

begun  and  compieated. 
1  T    ORD,  thou  haft  caird  thy  Grace  to  Min& 

■*-/     Thou  haft  revtrsM  our  heavy  Doom: 

So  GOD  forgave  when  J/rVJ  finn'd, 

And  brouglit  his  wand'ring  Captives  Home. 
»  Thou  haft  begun  to  let  us  free, 

And  made  thy  fierceft  Wrath  abate  ; 

Now  let  our  Hearts  be  turn'd  to  Thee, 

And  thy  Salvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  Grace?,  I^ord, 
And  let  thy  Saints  in  Thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  Truth,  fulfil  thy  Word  \ 
WTe  wait  for  P:  aife  to  tune  cur  Voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  GOD  will  fay  j 
He'H  fpeak,  and  give  his  People  Peace  j 
But  let  thtm  run  no  more  afhay, 

Left  his  returning  Wrath  increafe. 

PSALM    S5.  v.  9,  &c.     Second  Part, 
Salvation  by   Chi  i ft. 
1  CALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh 
^  The  Souls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord  j 
And  Grace  descending  from  on  high 
Frem  Hopes  of  Glory  fhall  afford. 
%  Mercy  and  Truth  on  Earth  aie  met, 
Since  Qbrifi  the  Lord  came  down  from  Heaven, 


PSALM    LXXXVII.  i$t 

By  his  Obedience  fo  complete, 
Jaftice  is  pleas'd,  and  Peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  Truth  and  Honour  (hall  abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  Earth  again, 

And  heav'nly  Influ'nce  blefs  the  Qround, 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  Reign. 

4  His  Righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  free  Accefs  to  God  ; 

Out  wand'ring  Feet  mall  ftray  no  more. 
But  mark  his  Steps,  and  keep  the  Road, 

PSALM  86.     v.  8—13. 

A  general  Song  of  Praife  to  GOD. 
t    AMONG  the  Princes,  earthly  Godsa 
•**   There's  none  hath  Pow'r  divine  5 
Nor  is  their  Nature,   mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  Works  like  thine, 
a  The  Nations  thou  haft  made,  fhall  bring 
Their  Off'rings  round  thy  Throne  ; 
For  thou  alone  doft  wond'rous- Things 
For  thou  art  GOD  alone. 

3  Lord  I  would  walk  with  holy  Feet  5 

Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  Ways, 
And  my  poor  fcatter'd  Thoughts  unite, 
In  GOD  my  Father's  Praife. 

4  Great  is  thy  Mercy,  and  my  Tongue 

Shall  thofe  great  Wonders  tell, 

How  by  thy  Grace  mv  finking  Soul 

Rofe  from  the  Detps  of  Hell. 

PSALM     87. 
Ttf  Church  the  Birth-place  of  the  Saints  j  or,  Jews 

and  Gentiles  united  in  the  Cbriftian  Church* 
j  POD  in  his  earthly  Temple  lays 
^J  Foundations  for  his  heav'nly  Praife  s 
He  likes  the  Tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  ftill  in  Sun  loves  to  dwell, 

%  His 


i5*  PSALM    LXXXIX. 

*  His  Mercy  vifits  evYy  Houfe 
That  pay  their  Night  and  Morning  Vows  j 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  Stay 
Where  Churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 

3  What  Glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ? 
What  Wonders  are  of  Sion  told  ? 
Thou  City  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  Fame  mall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  Lives  anew  j 
Asgels  and  Men  (hall  join  to  fing 
The  Hill  where  living  Waters  fpring, 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  laft  Account 
Of  Natives  in  his  holy  Mount, 
'Twill  be  an  Honour  to  appear 

As  one  new-born,  or  nourinYd  there. 

PSALM  89.   Firft  Part.   Long  Metre. 

The  Covenant  made  with  Chriftj    or,  The  true 
David. 

irOR  ever  (hall  my  Song  record 

"     The  Truth  and  Mercy  of  the  Lord  5 
Mercy  and  Truth  for  ever  ftand 
Like  Heav'n.  eftabliuVd  by  his  Hand. 

*  Thus  to  hfs  Son  he  fware,  and  faid, 

■  With  Thee  my  Cov'nant  firft  is  made 

*  In  Thee  mail  dying  Sinners  live, 
1  Glory  and  Grace  are  thine  to  give. 
«  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Prieftj 

■  Thy  Children  mall  be  ever  bleft  $ 
4  Thou  art  my  chofen  King  j  thy  Throne 
«  Shall  ftand  eternal  like  my  own. 
«  There's  none  of  all  my  Sons  above 
«  So  much  my  Image  or  my  Love  j 
«  Celeftial  Pow'rs  thy  Subjecls  are, 
1  Then  what  can  Earth  to  Tiite  compare  ? 

5  David 


PSALM    LXXXIX,  153 

5  t(  David,  my  Servant,  whom  I  chofe 

"  To  guard  my  Flock,  to  crufh  my  Foes, 
*'  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jevjifb  Throne* 
"  Was  but  a  Shadow  of  my  Son."* 

6  Now  let  the  Church  rejoice  and  fing 
JESUS  her  Saviour  and  her  King  j 
Angels  his  heavenly  Wonders  mow, 
And  Saints  declare  his  Works  below. 

PSALM    ?9-   Firft  Part.    Common  Metre, 

The  Faithfulnefs  of  GOD. 
i   Vf  Y  never  ceafing  Songs  (hall  (how 
AV1     The  Mercies  of  the  Lord  } 
And  make  fucceeding  Ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  Word, 
a  The  facred  Truths  his  Lips  pronounce 
Shall  firm  as  Heav'n  endure : 
And  if  he  fpeak  a  Promife  once, 
Th'eternal  Grace  is  fure. 

3  How  long  the  Race  of  David  held 

The  promis'd  Jenxi/h  Throne  ! 
But  there's  a  nobler  Cov'nant  feal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 

4  His  Seed  for  ever  fhall  poffefs 

A  Throne  above  the  Skies  ; 
The  meaneft  Subjects  of  his  Grace 
Shall  to  that  Glory  rife. 

5  Lord  GOD  of  Hofts,  thy  wond'rous  Ways 

Are  fung  by  Saints  above  ; 
And  Saints  on  Earth  their  Honours  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  Love. 

P  A  S  L  M  89.  v.  7,  &c.  Second  Part. 

The  Fewer  and Majefly  of  GOD \  or,  Reverential 
Worjbip. 

i  TyTTH  Rev'rence  let  the  Saints  appear, 
?  r     And  bow  before  the  Lord, 

liil 


ti4  PSALM    LXXXIX. 

His  high  Commands  with  Rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  Word, 
a  How  terrible  thy  Glories  be  ! 

How  bright  thine  Armies  fhine  ! 
Where  is  the  PowY  that  vies  with  Thee  ? 
Or  Truth  compared  with  thine  ? 
3  The  Northern  Pole,   and  Soutbern>  reft 
On  thy  fupporting  Hand  j 
Daiknefs  and  Day,  from  Eafi  to  Wefiy 
Move  round  at  thy  Command. 
4.  Thy  Words  the  raging  Wind  controul, 
And  rule  the  boilt'rous  Deep  ; 
Thou  mak'tf  the  fleeping  Billows  roll, 
The  rolling  Biilows  (hep. 

5  Heav'n,  Earth  and  Air,  and  Sea  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  World  of  Hellj 
How  did  thine  Arm  in  Vengeance  fhine, 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel  ! 

6  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  Throne, 

Yet  wond'rou?  is  thy  Grace  ; 
While  Truth  and  Mercy,  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  Face. 

P  S  A  L  M  89.  <v.  15,  Sec.    Third  Part, 
A  blejfed  Gqfpeh 

LEST  are  the  Souls  that  hear  and  know 
The  GcfpePs  joyful  Sound  ; 
Peace  (hall  attend  the  Paths  they  go, 

And  LU;ht  their  Steps  furround. 
Their  Joy  frnil  bear  their  Spirits  1  p, 

Through  theft  Redeemer's  N  me  j 
His  Righteoufne/s  exalts  their  Hope, 

Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 
The  Lojd  our  Glory  and  Defence, 

Strength  and  Salvation  gives  j 
l/Ve/,  thy  King  for  ever  reign*, 

Thy  GOD  lor  ever  Jjvej, 

PSALM 


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PSALM    LXXXIX.  t$5 

PSALM  89.  v.  19,  &c.    Fourth  Part, 
ChiiftV  Mediatorial  Kingdom  ;  or,  His  divine  and 

human  Nature. 
1  UEAR  what  the  Lord  in  Vifion  faidB 
*•*    And  made  his  Mercy  known  j 
"  Sinners,  behold,  your  Help  \s  laid 
'*  On  my  Almighty  Son.v 
%  Behold  the  Man  my  Wifdom  chofe 
Among  your  mortal  Race  j 
His  Head  my  holy  Gil  o'erflows, 
The  Spirit  of  my  Grace. 

3  High  (hall  he  reign  on  David's  Throne, 

My  Peopled  better  King ; 
My  Arm  mail  beat  his  Rivals  down, 
And  ftill  new  Subjects  bring. 

4  My  Truth  (hall  guard  him  in  his  Way, 

With  Mercy  by  his  Side, 
While  in  my  Name  through  Earth  and  Sea     . 
He  (hall  in  Triumph  ride, 
j  Me  for  his  Father,  and  his  God, 
He  (hall  for  ever  own. 
Call  me  his  Rock,  his  high  Abode, 
And  I'll  (uppOi  t  my  Son. 

6  My  firft- born  Son  array'd  in  Grace, 

At  my  Right-hand  (hall  fit  j 
Beneath  him  Angels  know  their  Place, 
And  Monarchs  at  his  Feet. 

7  My  Cov'nant  ftands  for  ever  faft, 

My  Promifes  are  ftron-g ; 
firm  as  the  Heav'ns  his  Throne  mail  laft, 
His  Seed  endure  as  long. 

PSALM    89.  v.  30,  &c.     Fifth  Part. 
The  Covenant  of  Grace  unchangeable  ;  or,  Affli8iot& 

without  Rtjsclion. 
1  Y  E  T  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  Race, 
*      The  Children  of  my  Son, 

Should 


?$€  PSALM    LXXXIX. 

Should  break  my  Laws,  abufe  my  Grace, 

And  tempt  mine  Anger  down. 
a  Their  Sins  I'll  vifit  with  a  Rod, 

And  make  their  Folly  fmait  j 
But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 

Nor  from  my  Truth  depart. 

3  My  Cov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

Put  keep  my  Grace  in  Mi»d  j 
And  what  eternal  Love  hath  fpoke, 
Eternal  Truth  (hall  bind. 

4  Once  have  I  fworn  (I  need  no  more) 

Ar.d  pledg'd  my  Holinefs, 
To  feal  the  facred  Promife  Aire 
To  Da<vid  and  his  Race. 

5  The  Sun  (hall  fee  his  Offspring  rife, 

And  (pread  from  Sea  to  Sea, 
Long  as  he  travels  round  the  Skies 
To  give  the  Nations  Day. 

6  Sure  as  the  Moon  that  rules  the  Night, 

His  Kingdom  (hall  endure, 
'Till  the  fix'd  Laws  of  Shade  and  Light 
Shall  be  obferv'U  no  more. 

PSALM  89.  <v.  47,  &c.    Sixth  Part, 
Long  Metre. 
Mortality  and  Hops, 
A  Funeral  Pfalm. 
1  nEMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  State, 
■^    How  frail  our  Life,  how  (hort  the  Date  ! 
Where  is  the  Man  that  draws  his  Breath 
Safe  from  Difeafe,  fecure  from  Death  ? 
a  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  Nations  die, 
Our  Fleth  and  Senfe  repine  and  cry, 
"  Muft  Death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  ! 
M  Or  haft  thou  made  Mankind  in  vain  ?'* 
3  Where  is  thy  Promife  to  the  Juft  ? 
Are  not  thy  Servants  luru'd  to  Duft? 

But 


PSALM    LXXXIX.  157 

But  Faith  forbids. thefe  mournful  Sighs, 
And  fees  the  deeping  Duft  arife. 
4  That  glorious  Hour,  that  dreadful  Day, 
Wipes  the  Reproach  of  Saints  away, 
And  clears  the  Honour  of  thy  Word  : 
Awake  our  Souls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

P^  A  L  M  89, 1/.  47,  &c.  Lafi  Fart.  As  the  113th 
Pfalm. 

Life,  Death,  and  the  Refurrefiion. 

1  q"» HI  N  K,  mighty  GOD,  on  feeble  Man ; 
•^    How  few  his  Hours  I  how  fhort  his  Span  I 

Short  from  the  Cradle  to  the  Grave  : 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  Breath 
Againft  thebcld  Demands  of  Death, 
Wiih  Skill  to  fly,  or  Pow'r  tQ  fave  ? 
a  Lord,  fliailit  be  for  ever  faid, 
**  The  Race  of  Man  was  only  made 

«  For  Sicknefs,  Sorrow,  and  the  Duft  i" 
Are  not  thy  Servants,  Day  by  Day, 
Sent  to  their  Graves,  and  turn'd  to  Clay  ? 
Lord,  where's  thy  Kindnefs  to  the  Juft  ? 

3  Has  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  Seed,  a  heav'nly  Crown  ? 

But  Flefli  and  Senfe  indulge  Defpair  | 
For  ever  blefTed  be  the  Lord, 
That  Faith  can  read  his  holy  Word, 

And  find  a  Refurrecr.ion  there. 

4  For  ever  blefTed  be  the  Lord, 

Who  gives'  his  Saints  a  long  Reward, 

For  all  their  Toil,  Reproach  and  Pain  j 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  Love, 
And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amen, 


PSALM 


j j8  PSALM    XC. 

PSALM  90.    Long  Metre. 

Man  Mortal,  and  God  Eternal. 
A  mournful  Song  at  a  Funeral. 

s  npHROUGH  every  Age,  eternal  GOD, 
x      Thou  art  our  Reft,  our  fafe  Abode  : 
High  was  thy  Throne  e'er  Heav'n  was  made,. 
Or  Earth,  thy  humble  Footftool,  laid. 

%  Long  hadit  thou  reign'd,  e'er  Time  began, 
OrDuft  was  faihion'd  to  a  Man  , 
And  long  thy  Kingdom  mall  endure, 
When  Earth  and  Time  mail  be  no  more, 

3  But  Man,  weak  Man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  Guilt  and  Vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  Sentence,  Lord,  was  juft* 
Returnye  Sinners^  to  your  Duji. 

4  [AThoufand  of  our  Years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  Day  in  thine  Account. 
Like  Yefterday's  departed  Light, 
Or  the  laft  Watch  of  ending  Night.] 

PAUSE. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  Stream, 
Sweeps  us  aw3y  i  our  Lite's  a  Dream  5 
An  empty  Tale  j  a  Morning  Flow'r, 
Cut  down  and  withered  in  an  Kour. 

€  [Our  Age  to  fevemy  Years  is  let ; 

How  fhort  the  Term  !  How  frail  the  State  ! 

And  if  to  Eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  figh  and  ^roan,  than  live. 
7  But  O  !  how  off  thy  "Wrath  appears, 

And  cuts  off  our  expected  Years ! 

Thy  Wrath  awakes  our  humble  Dread; 

We  fear  that  Pow'r  that  ftrikes  us  dead.] 
3  Teach  us,  O  Lord,    how  frail  is  Man: 

And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  Span, 

'Till  a  wife  Care  of  Piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  Thee. 

PSALM 


P  S  A  L  M    XC,  *59 

PSALM90  «o  1-5.  Fi'fi  ?art.  Cora.  Metre, 
Man  Frail,  and  God  Eternal. 

1  OUR  GOD,  our  Kelp  in  Ages  paffy 
^     Our  Hope  for  Years  to  come, 
Our  Shelter  from  the  ftormy  Blaft, 

And  our  eternal  Home. 

2  Under  the  Shadow  of  thy  Tbrone 

Thy  Saints  have  dwelt  fecure  j 
Sufficient  is  thine  Arm  alone, 
And  our  Defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  Hills  in  Order  flood, 

Or  Earth  receiv'd  her  Frame, 
From  Everlafting  thou  art  GOD, 

To  endlefs  Years  the  fame. 
4.  Thy  Word  commands  our  Flefli  to  Duff, 

Return  ye  Sons  of  Men  : 
All  Nations  rofe  from  Earth  at  firft, 

And  turn  to  Earth  again. 

5  A  thoufand  Ages,  in  thy  Sight 

Are  like  an  Ev'ning  gone; 
Short  as  the  Watch  that  ends  the  Night 
Before  the  riling  Sun. 

6  [The  bufy  Tribes  of  Flefli  and  Blood, 

With  all  their  Lives  and  Cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  Floods 
And  loft  in  following  Years. 

7  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  Stream, 

Bears  all  its  Sons  away  : 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  Dream 
Dies  at  the  op'ning  Day. 
3  Like  flow'ry  Fields  the  Nations  (land 
Pleas'd  with  the  Morning-Light  j 
The  Flow'rs,  beneath  the  Mower's  Hand, 
Lie  withering  e'er  'tis  Night.] 
9  Our  GOD,  our  Help  in  Ages  paft, 
Our  Hope  for  Years  to  come  j   . 
Be  thou  our  Guard  while  Troubles  laft, 
And  our  eternal  Home, 

PSALM 


i$9  PSALM    XC. 

PSALM  90.   a>.  8,  it,  j^  10,  iz.  Second  Part  < 

Common  Metre. 
Infirmities  and  Mortality  the  Effecl  of  Sin;    or, 

Life,  Old  Age,  and  Preparation  for  Death. 
%  T   O  R  D,    if  thine  Eyes  furvey  our  Faults, 
*-*    And  Juftice  grows  fevere, 
Thy  dreadful  Wrath  exceeds  our  Thoughts, 
And  burns  beyond  our  Fear. 
s  Thine  Anger  turns  our  Frame  toDuft, 
By  one  Offence  to  Thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  Sons,  have  loft 
Their  Immortality. 
3  Life,  like  a  vain  Amufement  flies, 
A  Fable  or  a  Song  j 
By  fwift  Degrees  our  Nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  Joys  be  long. 
4,  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  Days  amount 
To  threefcore  Years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  (hort  Account 
Is  Sorrow,  Toil  and  Pain. 

5  [Our  Vitals  with  laborious  Strife 

Bear  up  tbe  crafcy  Load, 
And  drag  thofe  poor  Remains  of  Life 
Along  the  tirefome  Road.] 

6  Almighty  GOD,  reveal  thy  Love, 

And  not  thy  Wrath  alone  j 
Oh  !   let  our  fweet  Experience  prove 
Tbe  Mercies  of  thy  Throne 

7  Our  Souls  would  learn  the  hf-av'nly  Art 

T*  improve  the  Hours  we  have, 
That  we  m?y  act  the  wifer  Part, 
And  live  beyond  the  Grave. 

PSALM  90.  v.  13,  Sec.  Third Part.  Com. Metre, 
Breathing  after  Heaven. 

1  X%  ETURN,  O  GOD  of  Love,  return  j 
**-    Earth  is  a  tirefome  Place ; 

How 


PSALM     XC.  igf 

How  long  (hall  we,  thy  Children,  mourn 
Our  Abfence  from  thy  Face  ? 
a  Let  Heav'n  facceed  our  painful  Years, 
Let  Sin  and  Sorrow  ceafe, 
And  in  Proportion  to  our  Tears, 
So  make  our  Joys  increafe. 
3  Thy  Wonders  to  thy  Servants  (how, 
Make  thy  own  Work  complete, 
Then  mall  our  Souls  thy  Glory  know, 
And  own  thy  Love  was  great. 
4.  Then  (hall  we  mine  before  thy  Throne 
In  all  thy  Beauty,  Lord  j 
And  the  poor  Service  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  Reward. 


P  S  A  L  M  90.  v.  5/10.  11.  Short  Metre, 
The  Frailiy  and  Shortnefs  of  Life. 

t  T  O  R  D,  what  a  feeble  Piece 
*-*    Is  this  our  mortal  Frame  ! 
Our  Life,  how  poor  a  Trifle  'tis, 
That  fcarce  deferves  the  Name, 
t,  Alas,  the  brittle  Clay 

That  built  our  Body  firft  ! 
And  every  Month  and  every  Day 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  Dull. 

3  Our  Moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  Minutes  (lay  j 
Juft  like  a  Flood,  our  hafty  Days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  Days  muft  fly, 

Well  keep  their  End  in  Sight, 
We'll  fpend  them  all  in  Wifdom's  Way, 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  Flight. 

5  Theyll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 

This  Life's  tempeftuous  Sea  : 
Soon  we  (hall  reach  the  peaceful  Shore 
Of  bled  Eternity, 

P  S  A  L  M 


jSi  PSALM    m 

PSAIMji.    <v.  1—7.  Firjf  Part. 
Safety  in  public  Difeafes  and  Dangers. 

1  TTE  that  hath  made  his  Refuge  GOD, 
*■*■  Shall  find  a  moft  fecure  Abode  ; 
Shall  walk  all  Day  beneath  his  Shade, 
And  there  at  Night  mall  reft  his  Head. 

a  Then  will  I  fay,  "  My  GOD,  thy  Pow'c 
"  Shall  be  my  Fortrefs  and  my  Tow'r : 
"  I  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  Duft, 
"  Make  thine  Almighty  Arm  my  Truft." 

3  Thrice  happy  Man  !  thy  Maker's  Care 
Shall  keep  Thee  from  the  Fowler's  Snare, 
Satan  the  Fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  Souls  a  thoufand  Ways. 

4  Juft  as  a  Hen  protects  her  Brood, 

From  Birds  of  Prey  that  feek  their  Blood, 
Under  her  Feathers,  fo  the  Lord 
Makes  his  own  Arm  his  People's  Guard. 

5  If  burning  Beams  of  Noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  Fire, 

G  O  D  is  their  Life,  his  Wings  are  fpread 
Tofhield  them  with  an  healthful  Shade. 

6  If  Vapours  with  malignant  Breath 

Rife  thick,  and  feather  Midnight  Death  j 
Ifr'el  is  fafe:  Thepoifon'd  Air 
G row's  pure,  ltljrWs  GOD  be  there. 
PAUSE. 

7  What  though  a  thoufand  at  thy  Side, 
At  thy  right  Hand  ten  thoufand  dy'd, 
Thy  GOD  his  chofen  People  faves 
Amongft  the  Dead,  amidft  the  Graves, 

8  So  when  he  fent  his  Angels  down 
To  make  his  Wrath  in  Egypt  known  ; 
And  flew  their  Sons,  his  careful  Eye 
Paft  all  the  Doors  cf  Jacob  by. 

o  But  if  the  Fire,  or  Plague,  or  Sword, 
Receive  CommnTion  from  the  Lord, 


To 


PSALM    xcr.  t*S 

To  ftrike  bis  Saints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  Pains  and  Deaths  are  bleft. 
10  The  Sword,  the  Peftilence,  or  Fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  Defire  j 
From  Sins  and  Sorrows  fet  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  Children,  Lord,  to  Thee. 

P  S  A  L  M  91.     *v.  9-—1S.     Second  Part. 

Protection  from  Deaths   Guard  of  Angels,  Viclory 

and  Deliverance. 

1  yE  Sons  of  Men,  a  feeble  Race, 

*      Expos'd  to  every  Snare  ; 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  Dwelling-place, 
And  try  and  truft  his  Cai  e. 

2  No  111  fhall  enter  where  you  dwell  j 

Or  if  the  Plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  Wicked  down  to  Hell, 
'Twill  raife  his  Saints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  Angels  Charge  to  keep 

Your  Feet  in  all  your  Ways  j 
To  watch  your  Pillow  while  you  fleep/ 
And  guard  your  happy  Days. 

4  Their  Hands  mall  bear  you,  left  you  fall 

And  dalh  againft  the  Stones  : 

Are  they  not  Servants  at  his  Cail, 

And  lent  t'  attend  his  Sons  ? 

5  Adders  and  Lions  ye  fhall  tread  j 
The  Tempter's  Wiles  defeat ; 

He  that  hath  broke  the  Serpent's  Head, 

Puts  him  beneath  your  Feet. 
"  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  Love, 

"  I'll  fave  them  (faith  the  Lord) 
t(  I'll  bear  their  joyful  Souls  above 

"  Deftruction  and  the  Sword. 
"  My  Grace  (hall  anfwer  when  they  call  $ 

"  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  : 
u  My  Pow'r  fhall  help  'em  when  they  fall, 

11  And  raife  them  whentbey  die. 

H  8  "  Thofe 


■*6«.  PSALM    XCII. 

8  "  Thofe  that  on  Earth  my  Name  have  known, 
"  I'll  honour  them  in  Heav'n  ; 
(t  There  my  Salvation  (hah  be  fhown, 
"  And  endlefs  Life  be  giv'n." 

PSALM    92.    Fir/}  Part. 
A  Pfalm  for  the  Lord's  Day, 

1  OWEETis  the  Work,  my  G  O  D,  my  King, 
^  To  praife  thy  Name,  give  Thanks  *nd  fnig; 
To  (hew  thy  Love  by  Morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  Truth  at  Night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  Day  of  facred  Reft, 

No  mortal  Cares  (hall  feize  my  Bread} 
O  may  my  Heart  in  Tune  be  found, 
Like  Da-zicfs  Harp  of  folemn  Sound  1 

3  My  Heart  (hall  tiiumph  in  my  Lord, 

And  bhf's  his  Works,  and  ble($  hi*  Word  ; 
Thy  Works  of  Grace  how  bright  they  fhinel 
How  deep  thy  Counfels  !  how  divine ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  Thoughts  fo  high  ; 
Like  Erures  they  live, -like  Brutes  they  die  j 
Like  Grafs  they  flourim,  till  thy  Breath 
Bhfts  them  in'  everlafting  Death. 

5  But  I  (hall  (hare  a  glorious  Part 
When  Gr  ace  hath  well  rehVd  my  Heart, 
And  freih  Supplies  of  Joy  are  fiied, 
Like  holy  Oil,  to  che?r  my  Head. 

6  Sin  (my  worft  Enemy  before) 
Shall  vex;  my  Eyes  and  Ears  no  more  j 
My  inward  Foes  (hall  all  be  (lain,  .  ^ 
Nor  Satan  break  my  Peace  again. 

7  Then  (hall  I  fee,  and  hear,  and  hnow, 
All  I  defir'd  or  wiuVd  below  j 

And  ev'ry  PowY  find  fweet  Employ 
that  eternal  World  of  Joy. 

PSALM 


PSALM    XCIII.  \*s 

PSALM  92.  <v.  xz,  Sec.  Second  Fart, 
The  Church  is  the  Garden  cf  God. 

s  T    ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  Thing  to  ftand 
■*-'  In  Gardens  planted  by  tfcine  Hand$ 
Let  me  within  thy  Courts  be  feen 
Like  a  young  Cedar >  frefh  and  green. 

a  There  grow  thy  Saints  in  Faith  and  Love, 
Bleft  with  thine  InfTence  from  above  j 
Not  Lebanon^  with  all  its  Trees, 
Yields  ilich  a  comely  Sight  as  thefe. 

3  The  Plants  of  Grace  mall  ever  live  .; 
(Natare  decays,  but  Gra^ce  muft  thrive.) 
Time,  that  doth  all  Things  eife  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourifh  ftrong  and  fair, 

4  Laden  with  Fruits  of  Age,  they  mew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft  and  true: 
None  that  attend  his  Gates,  mall  find 
A  G  O  D  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

PSALM   93.  iA  Metre,  as  the  100th  Pfalm, 
The  Eternal  and  Sovereign  God. 

1    JEHOVAH  reigns:    He  dwells  in  Light, 

J    Girded  with  Majefty  and  Might ; 

The  World  created  by  his  Hand's 

Still  en  its  m  ft  Foundation  (lands. 
a  But  e'er  this  fpacious  World  was  made, 

Or  had  its  firft  Foundations  laid, 

Thy  Throne  eternal  Ages  flood, 

Thyfelf  the  eveivliving  GOD. 

3  Like  Floods  the  angry  Nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  Rage  againft  the  Skies  ; 
Vain  Floods  that  aim  their  Rage  fo  high, 
At  thy  Rebuke  the  Billows  die 

4  For  eveFmail  thy  Throne  endure  ; 
Thy  Promife  (lands  for  ever  fure  j 
And  everlafting  Holinefs 
Becomes  the  Dwellings  of  thy  Grace. 

Ha  ?  S  A  L  M 


*£6  PSALM    XCHL 

PSALM  93.  2d  Metre,  as  the  Old  50th  Pfalm. 

%  rpHE  Lord  of  Glory  reigns ;  he  reigns  on  high  j 
x  His  Robes  of  State  are  Strength  &  Majefty: 
This  wide  Creation  rofe  at  his  Command, 
Built  by  his  Word,  and  'ftablinYd  by  his  Hand. 
Long  flood  his  Throne  e'er  he  began  Creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  Foundation. 

2  GOD  is  th'  Eternal  King.  Thy  Foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  Rebellions  to  confound  thy  Reign  s 
In  vain  the  Storms,  in  vain  the  Floods  arife, 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  Wavesagainft  the  Skies  j 
Foaming  at  Heav'n  they  rage  with  wild  Com- 
motion, (Ocean. 

But  HeavVs  high  Arches  fcorn  the  {well  ng 

3  Ye  Tempefts  rage  no  more ;  ye  Floods  be  (till, 
And  the  mad  World  (ubmiflive  to  his  Will : 
Built  on  his  Truth  his  Church  mult  ever  ftand : 
Firm  are  his  Promifes,  and  ftrong  his  Hand  : 
See  his  own  Sons,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  Footftool,  and  with  Fear  adore  him. 

PSALM  93.  3d  Metre,  as  the  old  i2td  Pfalm. 

j  q^HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
■■-      And  royal  State  maintains, 
His  Head  with  awful  Glories  crown'd  j 
Array'd  in  Robes  ©f  Light, 
Begirt  with  fov'reign  Might, 
And  Rays  of  Majefty  around, 
a  Upheld  by  thy  Commands, 
The  World  fecurely  flands  ; 
And  Skies  and  Stars  obey  thy  Word  : 
Thy  Throne  was  fix'd  on  high, 
Before  the  Starry  Sky  j 
Eternal  is  tfcy  Kingdom,  Lord. 
■5  In  vain  the  noify  Croud, 

Like  Billows  fierce  and  loud, 
Againft  thine  Empire  rage  and  roar  j 

In  . 


PSALM    XCIV,  ftjjjjj 

In  vain  with  angry  Spite 
The  (urly  Nations  fight, 
And  dafli  like  Waves  againft  the  Shore, 

4  Let  Floods  and  Nations  rage, 

And  all  their  PowYs  engage. 
Let  fwelling  Tides  affault  the  Sky  j 

The  Terrors  of  thy  Frown 

Shall  beat  their  Madnefs  down  ; 
Thy  Throne  for  ever  Hands  on  high, 

5  Thy  Promifes  are  true, 

Thy  Grace  is  ever  new  ; 
There  fix'd  thy  Church  Dull  ne'er  remove  3 

Thy  Saints  with  holy  Fear, 

Shall  in  thy  Courts  appear, 
And  fing  thine  everlaftingLove. 
[Repeat  the  fourth  Stanza,  to  compUat  the  Tune.] 

PSALM  94.  v.    1,  3.  7—14.    Firjf  Part, 
Saints  cbaflifed,   and  Sinners  def\royed\    or, 
InfiruSi'fve  Affliftions- 
s  AGOD!  to  whom  Revenge  belongs 
^     Proclaim  thy  Wrath  aloud  ; 
Let  fovVeign  Pow  r  redrefs  our  Wrongs, 
Let  Juftice  finite  the  Proud, 
a  They  fay,  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears  j 
When  will  the  Fools  be  wife  ? 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  formed  their  Ears  ? 
Or  blind,  who  made  their  Eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  Thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  (hall  feel  his  Pow'r  j 
His  Wrath  mail  pierce  their  Souls  with  Fain 
In  fome  furprifing  Hour. 

4  But  if  thy  Saints  deferve  Rebuke, 

Thou  haft  a  gentler  Rod  ; 
Thy  Providences  and  thy  Book 

Shall  make  th@m  know  their  GOD, 
5B  left  is  the  Man  thy  Hands  chaftile, 
And  to  his  Duty  draw  5 

H  3  Thy 


/ 


j68  PSALM    XCIV. 

Thy  Scourges  make  thy  Children  wife 
When  they  forget  thy  Law. 
*  6  But  G  OD  will  ne'er  caft  off  his  Saints, 
Nor  his  own  Promife  break  j 
He  pardons  his  Inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  Sake. 

PSALM   94.  *>.  16-— 23.    Second  Part, 

Gcd  our  Support  and  Comfort  \    or,  Del'weranct 
from  Temptation  and  P  execution . 

1  TJJ  HO  will  arifeand  plead  my  Right 
vv      Againft  my  numerous  Foes, 
While  Earth  and  Hell  their  Force  unite, 
And  all  my  Hopes  oppofe  ? 
a  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  Rock,  my  Help, 
Suftain'd  my  fainting  Head, 
My  Life  had  now  in  Silence  dwelt, 
My  Soul  amengft  the  Dead. 
3  Alas!  myfliding  Feet!   I  cry'd, 
Thy  Promife  was  my  Prop  ; 
Thy  Grace  flood  conft'ant  by  my  Side, 
Thy  Spirit  bore  me  up. 
4.  While  Multitudes  of'  mournful  Thoughts 
Within  my  Bofom  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  Love  fcrgives  my  Faults, 
Thy  Comforts  chear  my  Soul. 

5  Pow'rs  of  Iniquity  may  rife, 

And  frame  pernicious  Lr.ws  ; 
But   GOD,  my  Refuge,  rules  the  Skies, 
He  will  defend  my  Caufe. 

6  Let  Malice  vent  her  Rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  Blafphemers  feoff; 
The  Lord  our  GOD  (hall  judge  the  Proud, 
And  cut  the  Sinners  off. 

PSALM 


■ 

PSALM    XCV,  i53 

PSALM    95.    Common  Metre. 
A   Pfalm  before  Prayer. 
3  O  I N  G  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  Name3 
0    And  in  his  Strength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  Salvation  is  our  Theme, 
Exalted  be  our  Voice, 
a  With  Thanks  approach  his  awful  Sight, 
And  Pfalms  of  Honour  ling ; 
The  Lord's  a  G  G  D  of  bcundlefs  Might, 
The  whole  Creation's  King. 

3  Let  Princes  hear,  let  Angels  know, 

How  mean  their  Natures  feem, 
Tfeofe  Gods  on  high,  and  Gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  Him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  Caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  fpacious  Hand  ; 
He  fix'd  the  Seas  what  Bounds  to  keep,. 
And  where  the  Hills  mud  ftand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  Souls  adore, 

Come,  kneel  before  his  Facej 
O  may  the  Creatures  of  his  Pow'r 
Be  Children  of  his  Grace! 

6  Now  is  the  Time,  he  bends  his  Ear, 

And  waits  for  your  Requeft  ; 
Come,  left  he  roufe  his  Wrath,  and  fwear, 
"  Te  /hall  not  fee  my  Reft.'* 

PSALM    95.    Short  Metre, 
A  Pfalm  before  Sermon. 
2   POME,  found  this  Praife  abroad, 
^  And  Hymns  of  Glorv  fing  : 
JEHOVAH  is  the  fov'feign  GOD* 
The  univerfal  King. 
a  He  form'd  the  Deeps  unknown  ; 
He  gave  the  Seas  their  Bound  j 
The  watry  Worlds  are  all  his  own,       \%mm 
And  all  the  folid  Ground. 

H  4  3  Come3 


370  PSALM    XCV. 

3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  Throne  j 

Lome,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  Woiks,  and  not  our  own  5 
He  form'd  us  by  his  Word. 

4  To  Day  attend  his  Voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  Rod  j 
Come,  like  the  People  of  his  Choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  GOD. 

5  But  if  ycur  Ears  refufe 

The  Language  of  his  Grace, 
And  Hearts  grow  hard,  like  ftubborn  Jews, 

That  unbelieving  Race ; 
i  The  Lord,  in  Vengeance  dreft, 

Will  lift  his  Hand  and  fwear, 
"  You  that  deffife  my  pro7tiiid  Rejf, 

"  Shall  ha-vt-  no  Portion  ibire" 

P  S  A  L  M  95.  <v.  1,  z,  3,  6  —11.  Long  Metre 

Canaan  loft  through  Unbelief  \  or,  A  Warning  to 

delaying  Sinners. 

3  C>  O  M  E,  let  our  Voices  join  to  raife, 
^->  A  facred  Song  of  folemn  Praife  : 
GOD  is  a  fovVeign  King;  reheat  fe 
His  Honour  in  exalted  Verfe. 

%  Come,  let  our  Souls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  Natures  with  his  Word  : 
He  is  our  Shepherd  ;  we  the  Sheep, 
His  Mercy  chofe,  his  Paftures  keep. 

*  Come,  let  us  hear  his  Voice  To-day, 
The  Counfels  of  his  Love  obey  ; 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  Hearts  renew 
The  Sins  and  Plagues  that  Ifel  knew. 

4  l/r^elj  that  faw  his  Works  of  Grace, 
Yet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  Face  5 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  Brood, 

That  tii  -'d  the  Patience  of"  their  GOD. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,    "  Houu  falfe  they  prove  I 
**  Forget  my  Powr  3  abuje  my  Love  } 

"  Sine* 


PSALM    XCVI.  xji 

"  Since  they  defpife  my  Reft t  Ifwear, 
<f  Their  Feet  /hall  never  enter  there.'''' 

6  [Lookback,  my  Soul,  with  holy  Dread, 
And  view  thofe  ancient  Rebels  dead  5 
Attend  the  offer'd  Grace  To-day, 
Nor  lofe  the  Bl effing  by  Delay. 

7  Seizr  the  kind  Promife  *vhile  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Stones  heavenly  Gates  | 
Believe,  and  take  the  promis'd  Reft  j 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  bleft.] 

PSALM  96.  nti  1.  10,  &c.  Common  Metre, 

Chi  iftV  firfl  and  fecond  Coming. 
j  oING   to  the  Lord,  ye diftant  Lands, 
^  Ye  Tribes  of  ev'ry  Tongue  j 
His  new-difcover\i  Grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  Song. 
a  Say  to  the  Nations,  J  ESUS  reigns, 
G  O  D's  own  Almighty  Son  j 
His  Pow'r  the  finking  World  fuftains, 
And  Grace  furrounds  his  Throne, 

3  Let  Heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  Day, 

Joy  through  the  Earth  be  feen  j 
Let  Cities  fhine  in  bright  Array,' 
And  Fields  in  chearful  Green, 

4  Let  an  unufual  Jov  furprize 

The  Iflands  of  the  Sea  : 
Ye  Mountains  fink,  ye  Vallies  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  Way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  Nations  as  their  GOD; 
To  (hew  the  World  his  Righteoufnefs> 
And  fend  his  Truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  his  Voice  mail  raife  the  Dead^ 

And  bid  the  World  draw  near, 

How  will  the  guilty  Nations  dread 

To  m  tfiejr  Judge  appear  I 

H  5 

PSALM 


l?t  PSALM   xcvir. 

PSALM  96.     As  the  1 1  sth  Pfaim. 
The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 
if   ET  all  the  Earth  their  Voices  raife, 
■L>  7«0  fing  the  choifeft  Pfalm  of  Praife, 

To  fing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  Name  j 
His  Glory  let  the  Heathens  know, 
His  Wonders  to  the  Nations  mow, 

And  all  his  faving  Works  proclaim. 
1  The  Heathens  know  thy  Glory,    Lord  5 
The  wend  ring  Nations  read  thy  Word  j 

In  Britain  is  Jehovah  known  : 
Our  Worlhip  (bail  no  more  be  paid 
To  Gods,  which  mortal  Hands  have  made  j 

Our  Maker  is  our  GOD  alone 
3  He  fram'd  the  Globs,  he  built  the  Sky, 
He  made  the  fhining  Worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  Glory  there  1 
His  Beams  are  Msjcfty  and  Light : 
His  Beauties,  how  divinely  bright} 

His  Temple,  how  divinely  fair! 
4.  Come,  the  great  Day,  the  glorious  Hour, 
When  Earth  (hall  feel  his  faving  Pow'r, 

And  baib'rous  Nations  fear  his  Name  j 
Then  fhall  tke  Race  of  Men  confefs 
The  Beauty  of  his  Hdinefs, 

And  in  his  Courts  his  Grace  proclaim, 

PSALM     97.     v.   1— -5.    Firji  P^rtt 
Chrift  reigning  in  Heaven,  and  coming  to  Judgment* 

1  TJ"  F- reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  3 
*■"■*  Praife  him  in  evangelic  Strains  : 

Let  the  whole  Earth  in  Songs  rejoice, 
And  difjtant  Ifiands  join  their  Voice. 

2  Deep  are  hisCounfels  and  unknown  j 

JRut  Grace  and  Truth  fupport  his  Throne  j 
Though  gloomy  Clouds  his  Ways  funound, 
Ju.nace  is  their  eternal  Ground, 

3  In 


PSALM    XCVIL  in 

3  In  Robes  of  Judgment,  \o,  he  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  Earth,  and  cleaves  the  Tombs  | 
Before  vim  burns  devouring  Fire, 
1  he  Mountains  melt,  the  Seas  retire. 

4.  His  Enemies  with  fore  Difmay 

Fly  from  the  Sight,  and  flrun  the  Day  j 
Then  lift  your  Hads,  ye  Saints  on  high, 
And  ling,  for  your  Redemption  s  nigh. 

PSALM    97.    <u.  6—9.    Second  Part. 
Chrirt'i  Incarnation. 

3  'THE  Lord  is  come 5    the  Heav'ns  proclaim 
■*•      His  Birth  $  the  Nations  learn  his  Name  5 
An  unknown  Stai  directs  the  Road 
Of  Eaflcrn  Sages  to  ttttii  GOD. 

a  All  yelrrigbt  Armies  of  the  Skies, . 
Go,  worfliip  where  the  Saviour  lies  5 
Angels  and  Kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  Gods  on  high,  and  Gods  below. 

3  Let  Idols  totter  to  the  Ground, 

And  their  own  Worfhippers  confound  3 

But  judab  (hour,  but  Sion  fing, 

And  Earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  King, 

PSALM  97.    Third  Part, 

Grace  and  Glory. 

1  ^pH'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high, 
-*-      O'er  all  the  Earth,  o'er  all  the  Sky  5 
Though  Clouds  and  Dark  efs  veil  his  Feet, 
His  Dwelling  is  the  Mercy-feat. 

a  O  ye  that  lovr  his  holy  .Name, 

Hate  ev'rv  Wosk  of  Sin  and  Shame  : 
He  guards  the  Souls  of  all  his  F  lends, 
And  from  the  Snares  of  Hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  Light,  and  Joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  Saints  in  Darknefs  fown  j 
Thofe  glorious  Seeds  mall  f  pi  rig  and  rife, 
And  the  bright  Harveft  bkfs  cur  Eyes. 

II  6  4  Rejoice* 


17+  PSALM    XCVIK 

4.  Rejoi:s,  yc  Righteous,  and  record 
The  foe  red  Honours  of  the  Lord  ; 
Nore  but  the  Soul  that  feels  his  Grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  Holinefs. 


PSALM97.U1.  3.  5—7, 11.  Common  Metre. 

ChiiitV  Incarnation,   and  the  laji  Judgment. 
1  \J  E  I/lands  of  the  Northern  Sea 
■*■      Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns : 
His  Word  like  Fire  prepares  his  Way, 
And  Mountains  melt  to  Plains. 
z  His  Prefence  finks  the  proudeft  Hills, 
And  m?.kes  the  Vallies  rife ; 
The  humble  Soul  enjoys  his  Smiles, 
The  haughty  Sinner  dies. 

3  The  Keav'ns  his  rightful  PowY  proclaim  5 

The  Idol-Gods  around 
Fill  their  own  Worshippers  with  Shame^ 
And  totter  to  the  Ground. 

4  Adoring  Angels  at  his  Birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  known  ; 
Thus  {hall  he  come  to  judge  the  Earth, 
And  Angels  guard  his  Throne. 

5  His  Foes  fh.ill  tremble  at  his  Sight, 

And  Hills  and  S-as  retire  : 
His  Children  take  their  unknown  Flight, 
And  leave  the  World  in  Fir<r. 

6  The  Seeds  arf  Joy  and  GLry  fown 

For  Saints  in  Barknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  Worlds  unknown;, 
And  a  rich  Harveft  bear, 

PSALM    98.    FirJ  Part. 
Praife  for  the  Go/pel. 
1  rpO  our  Almighty  M;iker,  GOD, 
•*-      New  Honours  be  addreft  j 
Hit  great  Salvation  mines  abroad, 
A ud  makes  the  Nations  blelt, 

a  IU 


PSALM    XCIX.  iT$ 

s  He  fpake  the  Word  to  Abryam  firft, 
His  Truth  fulfils  his  Grace, 
The  Gentiles  make  his  Name  their  Tiuft, 
And  learn  hrs  Righteoufnefs. 
£  Let  the  whole  Earth  his  Love  proclaim 
With  all  her  difFrent  Tongues  ; 
And  fpread  the  Honours  of  his  Name 
In  Melody  and  Songs. 

PSALM    98.    Second  Part. 
%be  MefliahV  Coming  and  Kingdom. 
3   T  O  Y  to  the  World  5  the  Lord  is  come  \ 
J     Let  Earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  ev'ry  Heart  prepare  him  Room, 
And  Heav'n  and  Nature  fing. 

2  Joy  to  the  Earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  j 

Let  Men  their  Songs  employ  j 
While  Fields  and  Floods,  Rocks,  Hills  and 
Repeat  the  founding  Joy.  (Plains, 

3  No  more  let  Sins  and  Sorrows  grow, 

Nor  Thorns  infeft  the  Ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  Bleffings  flow, 

Far  as  the  Curfe  is  found. 
4.  He  rules  the  World  with  Truth  and  Grace; 

And  makes- the  Nations  prove 
The  Glories  of  his  Righteoufnefs, 

And  Wonders  of  his  Love. 

PSALM     99.     Firfi  Part. 
ChriiV/  Kingdom  and  Majsfty. 
3  npHE  GOD  JEHOVAH •■  reigns3 
■*■      Let  all  the  Nations  fear  ; 
Let  Sinners  tremble  at  his  Throne, 
Asd  Saints  be  humble  there. 
a  J  ejus  the  Saviour  reigns  j 
Let  Earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 
fright  Gherubs  his  Attendants  flandj 
Swift  to  fulfil,  his  Word, 

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i76  PSALM    C. 

3  In  Sion  Is  his  Throne, 

His  Honours  are  divine; 
His  Church  (hall  make  his  Wonders  known, 
For  there  his  Glories  ihine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  Name  ! 

How  terrible  his  praife  ! 
Juftice  and  Truth,  and  Judgment  join 
In  all  his  Works  of  Grace. 

PSALM  99.  Second  Part. 
A  Holy  God  <xvor/bi; ped  ivitb  Reverence* 
1  rXALT  the  Lord  our  GOO, 
•*->     And  worfhp  at  his  Feet, 
Kis  Nature  is  all  Holinefs, 
And  Mercy  is  his  Seat, 
a  When  J/iV/was  his  Church, 
When  Aaron  was  his  Priefl, 
When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd, 
H-*  gsve  his  People  Reft 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  Sins, 

Nor  would  dellroy  their  Race  ; 
And  oft  he  made  his  Vengeance  known, 
When  they  abus'd  his  Grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  GOD, 

Whofe  Gr.ce  is  ft  ill  the  fame  j 
Still  he's  aGODot  Holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  Name. 

PSALM  100.  Firft  Metre.  A  plain  Tranflation. 

Fraife  to  our  Creator. 
j   VE  Nations  round  the  Ear  h  rejoice 

■*■      Before  the  Lord,  >our  fbtTreign  King  3 
Seive  him  with  cheerful  Heart  and  Voice, 
With  all  your  Tongues  his  Gl-ry  ling. 
a  The  Lo.d  is  G  O  D-,  'tis  he  alone 
Doth  Life  an  I  Breath,  and  Being  give  s 
We  are  h<s  Work,  and  not  our  own  j 
The  Sheep  that  on  his  Paftuies  live, 

3  Enter 


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3  Enter  his  Gates  with  Songs  of  Joy, 
With  Praifes  to  his  Courts  repair  ; 
And  make  it  your  Divine  Employ- 
To  pay  your  Thanks  and  Honours  there, 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  j 
Great  is  his  Grace,,  his  Mercy  fure  : 
And  the  whole  Race  of  Man  (hall  find 
His  Truth  from  Age  to  Age  endure. 

PSALM  ioo.   Second  Metre.    A  Paraph rafe. 

i  ClNG  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  Voices 
^  Let  ev'ry  Land  his  Name  adore  ; 
The  Britijh  Iiles  mail  fend  the  Noife 
Acrofs  the  Ocean  tathe  Shore. 

%  Nations  attend  before  his  Throne 
With  folemn  Fear,  with  facred  Joy  : 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  G  OD  alone  § 
He  can  create,  and  he  deitroy. 

3  His  fov'reign  Pow'r  without  our  Aid 
Made  us  of  Clay,  and  formM  us  Men  >. 
And  when  like  wand'ring  Sheep  we  itray'dP 
He  brought  us  to  his  Fold  again. 

4  We  are  his  People,  we  his  Care, 
Our  Souls  and  ail  our  mortal  Frame  % 
What  lafting  Honours  fhall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  Name  ? 

5  We'll  croud  thy  Gates  with  thankful  Sengs, 
High  as  the  Heav'ns  our  Voices  raife  j 

An  I  Earth,  with  her  ten  thouiand  Tongue^ 
Shall  fill  thy  Courts  with  founding  Praife, 

6  Wide  as  the  World  is  thy  Command, 
Vaft  as  Eternity  thy  Love  : 

Fi;  m  as  a  Rock  thy  Truth  muft  ftand, 
WXen  rolling  Years  fhali  ceafe  to  move, 

PSALM 


t?l  PSAL  M    CI. 

PSALM   101.    Long  Metre. 
The  Magiftrate"s  Fjalm. 

x   V/TERCY  and  Judgment  are  my  Song; 
J-VL     And  fince  they  both  to  Thee  belong, 
My  gracious  GOD,  my  righteous  King, 
To  Thee  my  Songs  and  Vows  I  bring. 

a  If  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  Sword, 
I'll  take  my  Counfels  from  thy  Word  \ 
Thy  Juftice  and  thy  heav'nly  Grace 
Shall  be  the  Pattern  of  my  Ways. 

3  Let  Wifdom  all  my  Actions  guide, 
And  let  my  GOD  with  me  refide  j 
No  wicked  Thing  (hall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thy  Jealoufy. 

4.  No  Sons  of  Slander,  Rage  and  Strife 
Shall  be  Companions  of  my  Life  j 
The  haughty  Look,  the  Heart  of  Pride 
Within  my  Doors  (hall  ne'er  abide. 

5  [I'll  fearch  the  Land,   and  raife  the  Juft 
To  Pofts  of  Honour,  Wealth  and  Truit  ? 
The  Men  that  work  thy  holy  Will, 
Shall  be  my  Friends  and  Fav'rites  ftill.] 

6  In  vain  fhall  Sinners  hope  to  rife, 
By  fiatt  ring  or  malicious  Lyes  : 
And  while  the  Innocent  I  guard, 
The  bold  Offender  finn't  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  Crew  (that  fadtious  Band) 
fhall  hide  their  Heads,  or  quit  the  Land  j 
And  oil  that  break  the  pubbck  Reft, 
Where  I  have  Pow'r,  (hall  be  fuppreft. 

PSALM   101    Common  Metre. 

A  PfaJm  for  a  Majier  $fa  Family* 

j'  f\T?  Juftice  and  of  Grace  I  (ing, 
^    And  pay  my  GOD  py  Vows; 

TJ»y 


PSALM    CIL  ify 

Thy  Grace  and  Juftice,  heav'nly  King, 

Teach  me  to  rale  my  Houfe. 
x  Now,  to  my  Tent,  O  G  O  D,  repair. 

And  make  thy  Servant  wife  j 
I'll  fuSTer  Nothing  near  me  there 

That  mall  offend  thine  Eyes. 

3  The  Man  that  doth  his  Neighbour  Wrong, 

By  Falfliood  or  by  Force, 
The  fcornful  Eye,  the  fland'rous  Tongue, 
I'll  thruft  'em  from  my  Doors. 

4  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  Juft, 

And  will  their  Help  enjoy  ; 
Thefe  are  the  Fi  tends  that  I  {hall  truft, 
The  Servants  Fll  employ. 

5  The  Wretch  that  deals  in  fly  Deceit, 

I'll  not  endure  a  Night  j 
The  Liar's  Tongue  I  ever  hate, 
And  banifh  from  my  Sight, 

6  I'll  purge  my  Family  around, 

And  make  the  Wicked  flee  ; 
So  mall  my  Heufe  be  ever  found 
A  Dwelling  lit  for  Thee. 

PSALM  rot.  v.  i — 13.  20,  21.  FirJI  Part, 
A  Prayer  of  the  Affliatd, 

2  HEAR  me,  O  GOD,  nor  hide  thy  Face* 
ri     But  anfwer,  left  1  die: 
Haft  thou  not  built  a  Throne  of  Grace, 
To  hear  when  Sinners  cry  ? 

2  My  Days  are  wafted  like  the  Smoke 

Diflblving  in  the  Air  j 
My  Strength  is  dry'd,  my  Heart  is  broke, 
And  finking  in  Deipair.    . 

3  My  Spirits  flag  like  with'fing  Grafs 

Burnt  with  exceffive  Heat  : 
In  fecret  Groans  my  Minutes  pafs* 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4.  As 


?So  psalm   cil 

4  As  on  fome  lonely  Building's  Top, 

The  Sparrow  tells  her  Moan, 
Far  from  the  Tents  of  Joy  and  Hope 
I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  Soul  is  like  a  Wild*rnefs, 

Where  Beafts  of  Midnight  howl  j 
There  the  fad  Raven  finds  her  Place, 
And  there  the  fcreaming  Owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  Thoughts,  and  hod ing  Fears, 

D*  ell  in  my  troubled  Breaft  j 
While  (harp  Reproaches  wound  my  Ears, 
Nor  give  my  Sp'ri r  Reft. 

7  My  Cup  is  mingled  with  my  Woes, 

And  Tears  are  my  Repafl  j 
My  daily  Bread,  like  Allies,  grows 
Unpleifant  to  my  Tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  Joy 

To  Souls  that  feel  thy  Frown  : 
Lord,  'twas  thy  Hand  ad  vane' d  me  high, 
Thy  Hand  hath  caft  me  down. 

9  My  Looks  like  wither'd  Leaves  appear  j 

And  Life's  declining  Light 
Grows  faint,  as  Ev'ning  Shadows  are 
That  vanilh  into  Night 

10  But  Thou  for  ever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  Eternal  GOD  ; 
Ages  to  come  fhall  know  thy  Name, 
■    And  fpread  thy  Works  abroad. 

11  Thou  wilt  arife,    and  fliew  thy  Face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay 
Beyond  tli'  appointed  Hour  of  Grace, 

That  long-expeited  Day. 
X2  He  hears  his  Saints,  he  knows  their  Cry, 

And  by  myftei  ious  Ways, 
Red:  eim  the  Prifoners  doern'd  to  die, 

And  fills  their  Tongues  with  Praife. 


PSALM 


PSALM    CII.  1.8.1 

PSALM    io*.  v.   13— ji,    Second   Part, 

Prayer  heard,  and  Sion  refiored, 

s  T   E  T  Sion  and  her  Sons  rejoice, 
■*-'     Behold  the  promised  Hour  : 
Her  GOD  hath  heard  her  mourning  Voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  PowY. 
5  Her  Duft  and  Ruins  that  remain, 
Are  precious  in  our  Eyes  ; 
Thofe  Ruins  mail  be  buiit  again, 
And  all  that  Duft  mall  tiie. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerusalem, 

And  ftand  in  Glory  there  ; 
Natiens  (hall  bow  before  his  Name, 
And  Kings  attend  with  Fear. 

4  He  fits  a  Sov'reign  on  his  Throne, 

With  Pity  in  his  Eyes  j 
He  hears  the  dying  Prisoners  Groan. 
And  fees  their  Sighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  Souls  condemn'd  to  Death, 

And  when  his  Saints  complain, 
It  fhan't  be  faid,   "  That  praying  Breath 
"  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 

6  This  mall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  Record,  \ 

That  Ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  truft,  and  praife  the  Lord. 

PSALM  ioz.  v.  23—48.    Third. Pari, 
Man's  Mortality i  and  Chrift'j  Eternity  ;  or,  Saints 

die,  hut  Chrift  and  the  Church  live, 
1  T  T  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  Hand 

*  Weakens  our  Strength  amidft  the  Race  \ 
Difeafe  and  Death  at  his  Command 
Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  Days. 
*  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 
Nor  let  our  Sun  go  down  at  Noon ; 

Thy 


*8a  PSALM    CIIL 

Thy  Years  are  one  eternal  Day, 
And  mult  thy  Children  die  fo  foon  ? 

3  Yet  in  the  Midft  of  Death  and  Grief 
This  Thought  our  Sorrow  mould  aflwage  ; 
"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  livej 

"  CbriJ}  is  the  fame  through  ev'ry  Age." 

4  'Twas  he  this  Earth's  Foundationflaid  j 
Heav'n  is  the  Building  of  his  Hand  $ 

This  Earth  grows  old,  thefe  Heav'ns  mail  fade, 
And  all  be  changM  at  his  Command. 

5  The  (tarry  Curtains  of  the  Sky 
Like  Garments  mail  be  laid  afiJe  : 

But  ftiil  thy  Throne  ftands  firm  and  high  j 
Thy  Church  for  ever  mult  abide. 

6  Before  thy  Face  thy  Church  mill  live, 
And  on  thy  Throne  thy  Children  reign  j 
This  dying  World  mall  they  furvive, 
And  the  dead  Saints  be  rais'd  again. 

PS  ALM  103.  <v.  1—7.  Firji  Fart.  Long  Metre. 
BUffing  God  for  bis  Gocdnefs  both  to  Soul  and  Body, 
1   DLESS,  Omy  Soul,  the  living  GOD, 

*-*  Call  home  thy  Thoughts  that  rove  abroad; 

Let  all  the  Pow'rs  within  me  join 

In  Work  and  Worlhip  fo  divine. 
ft  Blefs,  O  my  Soul,  the  God  of  Grace } 

'His  Favours  claim  thy  higheft  Praife. 

Why  Ihould  the  Wonders  he  hath  wrought 

Be  loft  in  Silence,  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  Soul,  that  fenthisSon 

To  die  for  Crimes  which  thou  haft  done  j 
He  owns  the  Ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  h<  uily  Follies  ®f  our  Lives. 

4  The  Vices  of  the  Mind  he  heals, 
And  cures  the  Pains  that  Nature  feels, 
Redeems  the  Soul   from  Hell,  and  fcves 
Our  waiting  Lire  from  threatening  Graves. 

5  Our 


PSALM    CIIL  183 

5  Our  Youth  decay'd  his  Pow'r  repairs  3 
His  Mercy  crowns  our  growing  Years  t 
He  fatisfies  our  Mouth  with  Good, 
And  fills  our  Hopes  with  heav'nly  Food, 

6  He  fees  th'  Oppreflbr  and  th'  Oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  SufTrers  Reft  ; 
But  will  his  Juftice  more  difplay 

In  the  laft  great  rewarding  Day. 

7  [His  Pow'r  he  fhew'd  by  Mofes"  Hands, 
And  gave  to  Iff  el  his  Commands  j 
But  fent  his  Truth  and  Mercy  down 
To  all  the  Nations  by  his  Son. 

8  Let  the  whale  Earth  his  Pow'r  confefe, 
Let  the  whole  Earth  adore  his  Grace ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  (hall  join 
In  Work  and  Worftrip  fo  divine.] 

PSALM    103.    *v.    8 18.    Second  Part, 

Long  Metre. 

God'j  gentle  Cbafiifement ;  or  His  tender  Mercy  to 
his   People. 

1  rp  HE  Lord,   how  wond'rous  are  his  Ways  ? 
■*■   How  firm  his  Truth  !  how  large  his  Grace! 
He  takes  his  Mercy  for  his  Throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  Glories  Known. 

a  Not  half  ib  high  his  Pow'r  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  Heav'ns  above  our  Head, 
As  his  rich  Love  exceeds  our  Praife, 
Exceeds  the  higheft  Hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  Nature  plac'd 
The  rifing  Morning  from  the  Weft, 
As  his  forgiving  Grace  removes 
The  daily  Guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  How  (lowly  doth  his  Wrath  arife  ! 
On  fwifter  Wings  Salvation  ilies  : 
And  if  he  lets  his  Anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  Frowns  to  Pity  turn  ! 

5  Amidft 


i8+  PSALM 

5  Amidft  his  Wrath  Cempaffro, 

His  Strokes  are  lighter  than  our  Sins; 
And  while  his  Rod  corrects  his  Saints, 
His  Ear  indulges  their  Complaints 

6  So  Fathers  their  young  Sons  chaftife 
With  ge* *' .  ST>nds  ani  melting  Eyes : 
The  Ciii'  it  3p  beneath  the  Smart, 
And  .a-  vt  .--.-■    f  of  their  Heart. 

.USE. 

7  Th  '   D,  the  Wife  and  Juft, 
Kn                      .  Frame  is  feeble  Duft  j 
And   %         o  heavy  Loads  impofe 

Be-  o  d         Strength  that  he  beftows. 

8  He  k  ,         how  foon  our  Nature  dies, 
Blaflec  ty\  evVy  Wind  that  flies  ; 
Like  Gi  afs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon, 
As  Mormttg  Flow'rs  that  fade  at  Noon. 

o  But  his  '  :ei'n?.l  Love  is  fure 

T'    "•',    .  e  Sa  >  ts,  and  mall  endure : 

c  Age  his  Truth  (hall  reign, 
Nor  Children*!  Children  hope  in  vain. 

&  £  A  I     ;>?-}    i . .  i.  - 5 .  Firft  Part.  Short  Metre. 

I  and  Temporal  Mercies. 
>   4T\  T'  L  :S  S  i  ■*  L  »  d,  my  Soul  ! 
-  ^  -  jj-n, 

j  ,o  !  ids  the  Name, 
'  le. 
^  C  1  -I 

:      ! 

3  T  "h  -  '   :«j 

'Ti.  he  r<-:  i  % 

'Tis  he    ;  .ies, 

Andm.V  s. 

a  He 


A  L  M    cm.  rts 

4  He  crows?  M«y  Life  with  Love, 

When  ranfomM  from  the  Grave  j 
He  that  redeem'd  my  Soul  from  Hell 
Hath  fov'reign  PowV  to  fave. 

5  He  fills  the  Poor  with  Good  5 

He  gives  the  Suff'rers  Ref-  ; 
The  Lord  hath  Judgments  *  ?rOu£^ 

And  Juftice  forth'  Opf    . 

6  His  wond'rous  Works  a    d     -  »rS 

He  made  by  Mofes  kriv,    - 
But  fent  the  World  his  T  jr?cs 

By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM  103.  v.  8— iS  Second  Part*  '  ort  Metre, 
Abounding  Companion  of  God  ;  or,  ?,"<  ry  m  iki 
Midji  of  Judgment. 


MY  Soul,  repeat  his  Praife, 
Whofe  Mercies  are  lb  £i 


grentj 

Whofe  Anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 

So  ready  to  abate. 
GOD  will  not  always  chidp  r 

And  when  his  Strokes  ?.re  felt, 
His  Strokes  are  fewer  than  ov  *  Cir  <%'.. 

And  lighter  than  our  Gd.c 
High  as  the  Heav'ns  are  rais 

Above  the  Ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  Riches  of  hi*  Grz±<. 

Our  higheftTh  Kib 
HisPow'r  fubdue.    ^. 

And  his  forgiv' 
Far  as  the  £, 7  -;.'•,  ,;.' 

Do^h  all  o{        •       re 
Ti?  Pity  of  1  he  Lor-, 

To  thoxe  .'£cs.i  tear    i 
Is  fuch  as  texide:  Par*     -  f: 

He  knoAS  .  r 
He  knows  we  at 

-Scatt^' ^  \V- 


His 


m  PSALM   civ. 

His  Anger,  like  a  riling  Wind, 
Can  /end  us  fwift  to  Death. 

7  Our  Days  are  as  the  Grafs, 

Or  like  the  Morning  Flow'r  ; 
If  one  ftiarp  Rlaft  fweeps  o'er  the  Field, 
It  withers  in  an  Hour. 

8  But  thy  Companion,  Lord, 

To  endlefs  Years  endure  j 
^Vnd  Children's  Children  ever  find 
Thy  Words  of  Promife  fure. 

PSALM  103.1/.  \$—%%.Tbird  Part*  Short  Metre. 
GodV  universal  Dominion  j  or,  Angels  praife 
the  lord, 
z  *~p  H  E.  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King, 
*      Hath  fix'd  his  Throne  on  high  5 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  World  he  r&les, 
And  all  beneath  the  Sky. 
a  Ye  Angels,  great  in  Might, 
And  fwift  to  do  his  Will ; 
Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  Voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  Pleafureye  fulfil. 
3  Let  the  bright  Holts,  who  wait 
The  Orders  of  their  King, 
And  guard  his  Churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  PraifeHhey  fing. 
4.  While  all  his  wond'rous  Works 
Through  his  vaft  Kingdoms  (hew 
Their  Maker's  Glory,  thou,  my  Soul, 
Shalt  fing  his  Graces  too. 

PSALM    104.. 
The  Glory  of  God  in  Creation  and  Providence* 
x  TV/f  Y  Soul  thy  great  Creator  praife  j 
JV1  when  cloth'd  in  his  celeftial  Rays, 
He  in  full  Majefty  appears, 
And  like  a  Robe  his  Glory  wears. 

•[Note, 


PSALM    CIV.  rf  7 

[Note,  This  Pfalm  may  be  fung  to  the  Tune  of  the 
Old  nzth,  or  1x7  th  Pfalm,  by  adding  tbefe  two 
Lines  to  every  Stanza,  viz.] 
Great  is  the  Lord ;  what  Tongue  £an  frame 
An  equal  Honour  to  his  Name  ? 
[Otberivife  it  may  be  fung  as  the  lootk  Pfalm,] 

a  The  Heav'ns  are  for  his  Curtains  fpread  $ 
Th'  unfathonVd  Deep  he  makes  his  Bed  j 
Clouds  are  his  Chariot  when  he  flies 
On  winged  Storms  acrofs  the  Skies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  Breath  infpires, 
His  Minifters  are  flaming  Fires  j 

And  fwift  as  Thought  their  Armies  move^ 
To  bear  his  Vengeance  or  his  Love. 

4  The  World's  Foundations  by  his  Hand 
Are  pois'd,  and  (hall  for  ever  ftand  5 
He  binds  the  Ocean  in  his  Chain, 

Left  it  mould  drown  the  Earth  again. 

5  When  Earth  was  cover'd  with  the  Flood, 
Which  high  above  the  Mountains  flood, 
He  thunder^  and  the  Ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  Bed. 

6  The  fwelling  Billows  know  their  Bound, 
And  in  their  Channels  walk  their  Rounds 
Yet  thence  convey 'd  by  fecret  Veins, 

They  fpring  on  Hills,    and  drench  the  Plains, 

7  He  bids  the  Cryftal  Fountains  flow  j 
And  chear  the  Vallies  as  they  go, 
Tame  Heifers  there  their  Thirft  allay, 
And  for  the  Stream  wild  AfTes  bray.    - 

8  From  pleafant  Trees  which  made  the  Brink, 
The  Lark  and  Linnet  light  to  drink ; 
Their  Songs  the  Lark  and  Linnet  raifes 
And  chide  our  Silence  in  his  Praife. 

PAUSE    L 

9  G  O  D  from  his  cloudy  Ciftern  pours 

On  the  parch'd  Earth  enriching  Show'rs : 

I  The 


i#|  PSA  L  M    CIV. 

The  Grove,  the  Garden,  and  tire  Field, 

A  Thoufand  joyful  ttleffings  yield, 
jo  He  makes  the  grafly  fcood  arife, 

And  gives  the  Cuttle  hrge  Supplies  ; 

With  Herbs  for  Man,  of  various  PowV, 

To  nourifli  Nature,  or  10  cure. 
21  What  noble  Fruit  the  Vines  p:  oduce ! 

The  Olive  yields  a  mining  Juice  ; 

Our  Hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  Wine, 

With  inward  Joy  our  Facts  fliine. 
It  O  blefs  his  Name,  ye  Britons,  ted 

With  Nature's  chief  Supporte«,  Bread  : 

While  Bread  your  vital  Strength  imparts, 

Serve  him  with  Vigour  in  your  Hearts. 

PAUSE    II. 

j  3  Behold  the  (lately  Cedar  (lands 
Rais'd  in  the  Foreit  by  his  Hands : 
Birds  to  the  Boughs  tor  Shelter  fly, 
And  build  their  Neds  fecure  and  high* 

1 4.  To  craggy  Hill  afctnds  the  ( ioat } 
And  at  the  airy  Mountain's  Foot 
The  feebler  Creatuies  make  their  Cell ; 
He  gives  them  Wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  fets  the  Sun  his  circling  Race, 
Appoints  the  Moon  to  change  her  Face  j 
And  when  thick  Darknefs  veils  the  Day, 
Calls  out  wild  Beafts  to  hunt  their  Prey. 

16  Fierce  Lions  lead  their  Young  abroad, 
And  roaring,  a  Ik  their  Meat  from  G  OD  j 
But  when  the  Morning-Beams  arife, 
The  favage  Bead  to  Covert  flies. 

J7  Then  Man  to  daily  Labour  goes  : 
The  Night  was  made  for  his  Repofe  : 
Sleep  is  thy  Gift,  that  fweet  Relief 
From  tirefome  Toil  and  wading  Grief. 

a 8  How  ftrange  thy  Works  !  how  great  thy  Skill! 
And  ev'ryLand  thy  Riches  £11 ; 

Thy 


PSALM    CIV.  **$ 

Thy  Wifdom  round  the  World  we  fee. 
This  fpacious  Earth  is  full  of  Thee. 

15  Nor  lefs  thy  Glories  in  the  Deep, 

Where  Fife  in  Millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wondYous  Motions,  fwift  or  flow* 
Still  wand 'ring  in  the  Paths  below. 

%9  There  Ships  divide  their  watry  Way* 
And  Flocks  of  fcaly  Monfters  play  j 
There  dwells  the  huge  Leviathan, 
And  foams  and  fports  in  Spite  of  Man* 

PAUSE    III. 

%i  Vaft  are  thy  Works,  Almighty  Lord, 
All  Nature  refts  upon  thy  Word, 
And  the  whole  Race  of  Creatures  ftands^ 
Waiting  their  Portion  from  thy  Hands. 

sa  While  each  receives  his  difPrent  Food, 
Their  ch earful  Looks  pronounce  it  goed  1 
Eagles  and  Bears,  and  Whales  and  Worm** 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  diff'rent  Forms. 

S3  But  when  thy  Face  is  hid,  they  mourn. 
And  dying  t©  their  Duft  return  ; 
Both  Man  and  Beaft  their  Souls  refign  | 
Life,  Breath  and  Spirit,  all  is  thine. 

34.  But  thou  canft  breathe  on  Butt  again, 
And  fill  the  World  with  Beafts  and  Men  5 
A  Word  of  thy  creating  Breath 
Repairs  the  Waftes  of  Time  and  Deaths 

25  His  Works,  the  Wonders  of  his  Might? 
Are  honour'd  with  his  own  Delight  ; 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  Ways  ! 

The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  Praife. 

26  The  Earth  (rands  trembling  at  thy  S'roke^ 
And  at  thy  Touch  the  Mountains  fmoke  5 
Yet  humble  Souls  may  fee  thy  Face, 

And  tell  their  Wants  to  fov'reign  Grace, 
%y  In  Thee  my  Hopes  and  Wilhes  meet, 
And  make  my  Meditations  fweet  j 

l~*  Thy 


i$a  PSALM    CV» 

Thy  Praifes  (hall  my  Breath  employ, 
Till  it  expire  in  endlef*  Joy. 
fe8  While  haughty  Sinners  die  accurft, 
Their  Glory  bury'd  with  their  Duft, 
I  to  my  GOD,  my  heav'nly  King, 
Immortal  Hallelujahs  ling. 

PSALM  105.    Abridged. 
God's  ConduBoflhiizX,  and  the  Plagues  of  'Egypt, 

1  rilVE  Thanks  to  GOD,  invoke  his  Name, 
VJ    And  tell  the  World  his  Grace } 
Sound  through  the  Earth  his  Deeds  of  Fame, 

That  all  may  feek  his  Face. 

2  His  Cov'nant,  which  he  kept  in  Mind 

For  num'rous  Ages  paft, 
To  num'rous  Ages  yet  behind 
In  equal  Force  mail  laft. 

3  He  fware  to  Abrrfm  and  his  Seed, 

And  made  the  Elefiing  fure  : 

Gentiles  the  antient  Promife  read, 

And  find  his  Truth  endure. 

4.  '*  Thy  Seed  {hall  make  all  Nations  bleft, 

(Said  the  Almighty  Voice) 

"  Canaan's  Land  mall  be  their  Reft," 

The  Type  of  heav'nly  Joys. 

5  [How  large  the  Grant  !  how  rich  the  Grace, 

To  give  them  Canaan's  Land, 
When  they  were  Strangers  in  the  Place, 
A  little  feeble  Band  I 

6  Like  Pilgrims  through  the  Countries  round, 

Securely  they  remov'd : 
And  haughty  Kings  that  on  them  frown'd, 
Severely  he  reprov  d. 
-•  M  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  my  Arm 
"  Shall  foon  avenge  the  Wrong; 
«  The  Man  that  does  my  Prophets  Harm 
"  Shall  know  their  G  O  D  is  ftrong." 

3  Them 


PSALM    CV.  if* 

S  Thenht  the  World  fori  ear  its  Rage, 
Nor  put  the  Church  in  Fear  j 
Ifr'el  rnuji  live  through  ev'ry  Age? 
And  be  thi"  Almighty  s  Care,'] 
PAUSE    I. 
9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  Saints 
And  thus  provok'd  their  GOD, 
Mofes  was  fent  at  their  Complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  Rod, 
io  He  call'd  for  Darknefs ».  Darknefs  came 
Like  an  o'erwhelming  Flood  5 
He  turn'd  each  Lake,  and  ev'ry  Stream* 
To  Lakes  and  Streams  of  Blood. 
jx  He  gave  the  Sign,  and  noifome  Flies 
Though  the  whole  Country  fpread  5 
And  Frogs  in  croaking  Armies  rife 
About  the  Monarch's  Bed, 
1  a  Through  Fields,  and  Towns,  and  Palaces, 
The  tenfold  Vengeance  flew ; 
Locufts  in  Swarms  devour  their  Trees, 
And  Hail  their  Cattle  flew. 

13  Then  by  an  Angels  Midnight  Stroke, 

The  Flow'r  of  Egypt  dy'd  j. 
The  Strength  of  ev'ry  Houfe  was  broke, 
Their  Glory  and  their  Pride. 

1 4  Aro-xu  let  the  World  forbear  its  Rage3 

Nor  put  the  Church  in  Fear  ; 

Ifr'el  mujl  live  through  eifry  Age> 

And  be  thy  Alm'-ghtys  Care, 

PAUSE    II. 

15  Thus  were  the  Tribes  from  Bondage  brought* 

And  left  the  hated  Ground  j 
Each  fome  Egyptian  Spoils  had  got, 
And. not  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  Way, 

And  mark'd  their  Journies  right, 
Gave  them  a  leading  Cloud  by  Day, 
A  fiery  Guide  by  Night, 

I  3  j  7  They 


39a  PSALM   CVI. 

J7  They  thirft  j  and  Waters  from  the  Rock 
In  rich  Abundance  flow, 
And  fallowing  ftill  the  Courfe  they  took, 
Ran  all  the  Defart  through. 
18  O  wond'rous  Stream  !  O  blefled  Type 
Of  ever-flowing  Grace  1 
So  Chriji  our  Rock  maincams  cur  Life 
Through  all  this  Wildernefs. 
39  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  Hand, 
The  chofen  Tribes  pofleft 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  Land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  Rett, 
so  Then  let  the  World  forbear  its  Rage, 
The  Church  renounce  her  Fear  ; 
Ifr'el  mufl  live  through  enfry  Age, 
And  he  th"  Almighty s  Care. 

PSALM   106.    v.  1—5.  Fir/1  Part, 

Praife  to  God }  or,  Communion  with  Saintfo 

i  rpo  GOD  the  great,  the  ever-bleft, 
-*■      Let  Songs  oi  Honour  be  addreft} 

His  Mercy  firm  for  ever  ftands  j 

Give  him  the  Thanks  his  Love  demand?, 
a  Who  knows  the  Wonders  of  thy  Ways  ? 

Who  ftiall  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  Praife  ? 

Blelt  are  the  Souls'that  fear  Thee  itill, 

And  pay  their  Duty  to  thy  Will. 
3  Remember  what  thy  Mercy  did 

For  Jacob'&Rnce,  thy  chofen  Seed  j 

And  with  the  fame  Salvation  blefs 

The  meaneit  Suppliant  of  thy  Grace. 
4.  O  may  I  fee  thy  Tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  Triumphs  with  my  Voice  l 

This  is  my  Glory,  Lord,  to  be 

Join'd  to  thy  Saints,  and  near  to  Thee. 

PSALM 


F  S'  A  £'  M*   CVIL  153 

PSALM  106.  <v.  7,  8, 12—14,  43—48. 
Second  Part.    Short  Metre. 

Ifrael  punifid  and  pardattd\  or,  GcdV  unchange- 
able Lwtw- 

2  pOD  of  eternal  Love, 

^  How  fickle  are  our  Ways  ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  lfr"el  prove 

Thy  Conftancy  of  Grace  ! 
%  They  faw  thy  Wonders  wrought, 

And  th?n  thy  Praife  they  fung  j 
But  foon  thy  Works  of  Pow'r  forgot, 

Andmurmur'd  with  their  Tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  Word, 

While  Rocks  with  Rivers  flow; 
Now  with  their  Lulls  provoke  the  Lord3 
And  he  reducM  them  low, 

4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  Faults, 

He  hearken'd  to  their  Groans, 
Brought  his  own  Cov'nant  to  his  Thoughts, 

And  caird  them  ftill  his  Sons. 
j  Their  Names  were  in  his  Book, 

He  fav'd  'em  from  their  Foes  : 
Oft  hechaftis'd,  but  ne'er  forfook 

The  People  that  he  chofe, 
6  Let  Ifr'el  blefs  the  Lord, 

Wholov'd  their  ancient  Race  : 
And  Christians  j  ;in  the  folemn  Word, 

Amen,  to  all  the  Praife. 

P  S  A  L  M  107.    Fir/1  Part. 

Ifrael  led  to  Canaan,  and  Chriftians  to  Hea<vm* 

!  PIVE  Thanks  to  GOD:  He  reigns  above, 
^J  Kind  are  his  Thoughts,  his  Name  is  Love  j 
His  Mercy  Ages  paft  have  known, 
And  Ages  long  to  come  mail  own. 

I  4  s  Let 


*94  PSALM    CVII, 

%  Let  the  Redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  Wonders  of  his  Grace  record  j 
ifr'ely  the  Nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  Foes. 

3  [When GOD's  Almighty  Arm  had  broke 
Their  Fetters  and  th  Egyptian  Yoke, 
They  trac'd  the  Defart,  wand'ring  round 
A  wild  and  lolitary  Ground  ! 

4.  There  they  could  find  no  leading  Road, 
Nor  City  for  a  fix'd  Abode  j 
Nor  Food  nor  Fountain  to  afTwage 
Their  burning  Thirft,  or  Hanger's  Rage.] 

5  In  their  Diltrefs  to  G  OD  they  cry'd  j 
GOD  was  their  Saviour  and  their  Guide  j 
He  led  their  March  far  wand'ring  round  j 
*Twas  the  right  Path  to  Canaan's  Ground. 

5  Thus  when  our  fir/I  Releafe  we  gain 
From  Sin's  old  Yoke,  and  Satan's  Chain* 
We  have  this  defart  World  to  pafs, 
A  dangerous  and  tirefome  Place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  Way, 
He  guides  our  Footfteps,  left  we  ftray  ; 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  Hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  Land. 

%  O  let  the  Saints  with  [oy  record 
The  Tn  th  and  Goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Hew  great  his  Works !  how  kind  his  Ways  I 
Let  evYy  Tongue  pronounce  his  Praile. 

PSALM    107.    Second  Fart. 
Correction  for  Sin,  and  Releafe  by  Prayer* 

1  eROM  Age  to  Age  exalt  his  Name, 
^  GOD  and  his  Grace  are  ftill  the  fame; 
He  fills  the  hungry  Soul  with  Food, 
And  feeds  the  Poor  with  ev'ry  Good. 

<\  But  if  their  Hearts  rebel  and  rife 
Againft  the  GOD  that  rules  the  Skiej, 


It 


PSALM    CVIL  351 

If  they  reje<5l  his  heav'nly  Word, 
And  flight  the  Counfels  of  the  Lordj 

3  Hell  bring  their  Spirits  to  the  Ground, 
And  no  Deliv'rer  mall  be  found  j 
Laden  with  Grief  they  wafte  their  Breath 
In  Darknefs  and  the  Shades  of  Death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  Cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  Lig-ht  arife, 
And  fcatters  all  that  difmai  Shade 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  Head. 

5  He  cuts  the  Bars  of  Brafs  in  two, 
And  lets  the  fmiling  Pris'ners  through, 
Takes  off  the  Load  of  Guilt  and  Grief, 
And  gives  the  laboring  Soul  Relief. 

6  O  may  the  Sons  of  Men  record 

The  wond'rous  Goodnefs  of  the  Lord  5 

How  great  his  Works  !    how  kind  his   Ways  1 

Let  ev'ry-Tongue  pronounce  his  Praife. 

P  S  A  L  M  107.     Third  Part, 

Intemperance  puni/hed  and  pardoned;    or,  A  Pfalm 
for  the  Glutton  and  the  Drunkard, 

1  TTAIN  Man  on  foolifh  Pleafures  bent, 
*       Prepares  for  his  own  Punifnment  j . 

What  Pains,  what  Ioathfome  Maladies 

From  Luxury  and  Luft  a;ife  ! 
m  The  Drunkard  feels  his  Vitals  wafte  5 

Yet  drowns  his  Health  topleafe  his  Taile  5 

Till  all  his  a&ive  Pow'rs  are  loft, 

And  fainting  Life  draws  near  the  Duft. 

3  The  Glutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  eat, 
His  Soul  abhors  delicious  Meat  ; 
Nature,  with  heavy  Loads  oppreif, 
Would  yield  to  Death  to  be  releas'd. 

4  Then  how  the  frighted  Sinners  fly 

1   To  GOD  for  Help  with  earneft  Cry  ! 

I  5  Ha  • 


.oS  PSALM    CVII. 

He  hears  their  Groans.,  prolongs  their  Breath, 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  Death. 

5  No  MetTcines  could  effecl  the  Cure 
So  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  fare  : 
The  deadly  Sentence  GOD  repeals, 
He  fends  his  fov'reign  Word  and  heals. 

C  O  may  the  Sons  of  Men  record 
The  wcnd'rous  Goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  their  thankful  Off'rings  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  Love. 

PSALM  107.     Fourth  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  Storms  and  Shipwreck  j  cr,  The 

Seaman  s  Song. 

1  Vy  O  U  L  D  you  behold  the  Woi  ks  of  God, 

His  Wonders  in  the  World  abroad, 
Go  with  the  Mariners,  and  trace 
The  unknown  Regions  of  the  Seas- 

2  They  leave  their  native  Shores  behind, 
And  feize  the  Favour  of  the  Wind  ; 
Till  G  O  D  commands,  and  Tem perls  rife 
That  heave  the  Ocean  to  the  Skies. 

3  Now  to  the  Heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  link  to  dreadful  Deeps  again  j 
What  ilrange  Affrights  young  Sailors  feel, 
And  like  a  daggering  Drunkard  reel ! 

4  When  Land  is  far,  and  Death  is  nigh, 
Lolt  to  all  Hrpe,  to  G  O  D  they  cry  ; 
His  Mercy  hears  the  loud  Addi  efs, 
And  fends  Salvation  in  Diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  Winds  their  Wrath  r-fTwage, 
The  furious  Waves  forget  their  Kage  ; 
'Tis  cairn  ;  and  Sailoi  s  fmile  to  fee 

1  he  Haven  where  they  wifh'd  to  be. 

6  O  may  the  Sons  of  Men  reco;  d 

The  wond'rcus  Goodnefs  of  the  Lord  !    v 
Let  them  their  private  Off'rings  bring, 
And  in  the  Church  his  Olo; y  ling. 

PSALM 


PSALM     CVII.  397 

PSALM   107.  Fifth  Part.    Common  Metre, 

'The  Mariners  Pfalm. 

1  HPHY  Works  of  Glory,  mighty  Lord, 
•**      Thy  Wonders  in  the  Deeps, 
The  Sons  of  Courage  fhall  r  cord, 
Who  trade  in  fbating  Ships. 
a  At  thy  Command  the  Winds  arife, 
And  fweli  the  towVing  Waves  ; 
The  Men  aftonifh'd  mount  the  Skies, 
And  fink  in  gaping  Graves. 

3  [Aga-in  they  climb  the  watry  Hills, 

And  plunge  in  Deeps  again  ; 
Each  like  a  tott'i  ing  Drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  Courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  1  em p eft  roar, 

Thev  pant  with  fluttering  Breath, 
And  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  Shore, 
Expect  immediate  Death,] 

5  Then  to  klre  Lord  they  raife  their  Cries ; 

He  hears  the  loud  Requeft, 
And  orders  Silence  through  the  Skies, 
And  lays  the  Floods  to  reft. 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  Fears, 

And  fee  the  Storm  allay 'd  : 
Now  to  fheir  Eyes  the  Port  appears  j 
There  let  their  Vows  be  paid. 

7  'Tis  GOD,  that  brings  them  fafe  to  Land  5 

Let  ftupid  Mortals  know 
That  Waves  are  under  his  Command, 
And  all  the  Winds  that  blow. 

8  O  that  the  Sons  of  Men  would  praiie 

The  Goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wondYous  Way*, 
Thy  wond'rous  Love  record, 


I  $  ?  S  A  L  H 


J98  PSALM    CVIL 

PSALM   107.     Loft  Part. 

Colonies  planted-,  or,   Nations  bleji  and  punijhed. 
A  Pfalm  for  New- England. 

1  TX/HEN  God  provok'd  with  daring  Ciimes, 

vv      Scourges  theMadnefsofthe  Times, 
He  turns  their  Fields  to  barren  Sand, 
And  dries  the  Rivers  from  the  Land. 

2  His  Word  can  raife  the  Springs  again, 
And  make  the  withered  Mountains  green, 
Send  (how'ry  Bleffings  from  the  Skies, 
And  Harvefts  in  the  Defarts  rife. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  butBeafts  of  Prey, 
Or  Men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 

He  bids  th'  Oppreft  and  Poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  Towns  and  Cities  there. 

4  They  fow'the  Fields,  and  Trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  yearly  Fruit  fupplies  their  Want : 
Their-  Race  grows  up  from  fruitful  Stocks, 
Their  Wealth  increafes  with  their  Flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  bleft  ;  but  if  they  fin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  Nations  in, 

A  lavage  Crew  invades  their  Lands, 
Their  Princes  die  by  barb'rous  Hands. 

6  Their  captive  Sons  expos'd  to  Scorn, 
Wander  unpityM  and  forlorn  : 
The  Countiy  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd, 
And  Defolation  fpreads  the  Field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  Nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  Hand  he  turns : 
Again  he  makes  their  Cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  Churches  live.] 

%  The  Righteous,  with  a  joyful  Senfe, 
Admire  the  Works  of  Providence  ; 
And  Tongues  of  Atheifts  mail  no  more 
Biafpheme  the  GOD  that  Saints  adore. 

9  How 


PSALM    CX.  2^9 

9  How  few  with  pious  Care  record 

Thefe  wond'rous  Dealings  of  the  Lord  5 
But  wife  Obfervers  dill  (halt  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juft,  and  kind, 

PSALM  109.    <v.  1---5,  31. 
Love  to  Enemies  from  the  Exatnple  of  ChriH, 
j  pOD  ©f  my  Mercy  and  my  Praife, 
*jr     Thy  Glory  is  my  Song  ; 
Though  Sinners  fpeak  againlt  thy  Grace 
With  a  blafpheming  Tongue, 
a  When  in  the  Form  of  mortal  Man 
Thy  Son  on  Earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  Slanders  falfe  and  vain 
They  compafs'd  him  around. 
3  Their  Mis'ries  his  Companion  move, 
Their  Peace  he  ftill  purfu'd  ; 
They  render  Hatred  for  his  Love, 
And  Evil  for  his  Good. 
4.  Their  Malice  rag'd  without  a  Caufe, 
Yet  with  his  dying  Breath 
He  pray'd  for  Murd'rers  on  the  Crofs, 
And'bleft  his  Foes  in  Death. 
5  Lord,  (hall  thy  bright  Example  fhine 
In  vain  before  my  Eyes  ? 
Give  me  a  Soul,  a-kin  to  thine, 
To  love  mine  Enemies. 
$  The  Lord  mall  on  my  Side  engage, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  Name 
I  mall  defeat  their  Pride  and  Rage, 
Who  fhnderand  condemn, 

PSALM110.    rirji  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Cbrift  exalted,  and  Multitudes  converted 5  or,  Tbi 

Succefs  of  the   Gofpel 
3  »pHU.S  tke  eternal  Father  fpake 

A     To  Qbrift  the  §oja  5  «  Afeend  and  fit 

«  At 


200  PSALM    CX. 

"  At  my  Right-hand,  till  I  (hall  make 
"  Thy  Foes  iubmiffive  at  thy  Feet. 

a  "  From  Sion  fiiall  .hy  Word  proceed, 
"  Thy  Word,  the  Scepter  in  thy  Hand, 
"  Shall  make  the  Hearts  of  Rebels  bleed, 
"  And  bow  their  Wills  to  thy  Command. 

3  i(  That  Day  iliall  (hew  thy   Pow'r  is  great, " 
"  When  Saints  (hall  flock  with  willing  Minds, 
"  And  Sinners  croud  thy  Temple  Gate, 
f*  Where  Holintfs  in  Beauty  fhines." 

4.  O  blefl'ed  Pow'r  !    O  glorious  Day  ! 
What  a  large  Vi&'ry  mall  -nfue  1 
And  Converts,    who  thy  Grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  Drops  of  Morning  Dew. 

PSALM    no.    Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Ihe  Kingdom  and  Priefibood  of.  Chrift. 

x  rp  H  U  S  the  great  Lord  of  Earth  and  Sea, 
*-      Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore  j 

"  Eternal  (hall  thy  Priefthood  be, 

"  And  change  from  Hand  to  Hand  no  more, 
a  "  Aaront  and  all  his  Sons  muft  die, 

"  But  everlaiting  Life  is  thine, 

"  To  fave  for  ever  thofe  that  fly 

"  For  Refuge  (rom  the  Wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  me  Mtlchifidec  was  made 

M  On  Earth  a  King  and  Prieft  at  once  : 

■**  And  thou,  my  heavVly  Prieft,    (halt  plead  j 

"  And  thou,  my  King,  (halt  rule  my  Sons."  y 

4  Jrjus  the  Prieft  afcends  his  Throve, 
While  Counfels  of  eternal  Peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  wit'    Honour  ami  Succefs. 

he  whole Eai  th  his  Reign  (hallfpread, 
And  crulh  the  Pow"j?  that  dare  rebtl  : 
Then  CsalJ  he  judge  the  riling  Dead, 
And  lend  the  gwiity  World  iaJfiM. 

MF'6  Though 


PSALM    CXL  tot 

6  Though  while  he  treads  his  glorious  Way, 
He  drinks  the  Cup  of  Tears  and  Blood, 
The  SurPrings  of  that  dreadful  Day 
Shall  hot  advance  him  near  to  G  O  D, 

PSALM    no    Coramdrt  Metre. 
ChriilV  Kingdom  and  Priejihood. 
i    JESUS,   our  Lord,   afcend  thy  Throne, 
J      And  near  thy  Fathej:  lit  ; 
la  Sicfi  fhall  thy  Pow'r  be  known, 
And  make  thy  Foes  fubmit. 
2  What  Wonders  (hall  thy  Gofpel  do  ! 
Thy  Converts  (hall  forpafs 
The  nurrfrous  Drops  of  Morning  Dew, 
And  own  thy  fov'reign  Grace 
-JfG  O  D  ha  h  pronounc'd  a  firm  Decree, 
•     Nor  changes  what  he  (wore  j 
"  Eternal  (hall  thy  Priefthood  be, 
"  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 
4.  '*  Melchifedec,  that  wond'rous  Prieft, 
"  That  King  of  high  Degree, 
"  That  holy  Man  who  Abr'am  bleft, 
"  Was  but  a  Type  of  Thee." 

5  J(fusi  our  Prieil,  for  ever  livcfs 

To  plead  for  us  above  j 
Jefusy  our  King,  for  ever  gives 
The  Bleffings  of  his  Love. 

6  GOD  fhall  exalt  his  glorious  Head, 

And  his  high  Throne  maintain, 
Shall  ftrike  the  Pow'rs  and  Princes  d- 
Who  dare  oppofe  his  Reign. 

PSALM     111.     Ftrfi   fart. 

The  Wifdom  of  God  in  his  Works. 
1  GONGS  of  immortal  Pra'fe  belong 
y     To  our  Almighty  GOD; 
He  has  my  Heart,  and  he  my  Tongue 
To  fpiead  his  Name  abroad, 

2  How 


at*  PSALM    CXL 

2  How  great  the  Works  his  Hand  has  wrougkt  ! 

How  glorious  in  our  Sight ! 
And  Men  in  ev'ry  Age  have  fought 
His  Wonders  with  Delight. 

3  How  mod  exaft  is  Nature's  Frame  ! 

How  wife  th'  Eternal  Mind  ! 
His  Counfels  never  change  the  Scheme 
That  his  fiift  Thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  redeemed  his  chofen  Sons, 

He  fix'd  his  Cov'nant  fui  e  ; 
The  Orders  that  his  Lips  pronounce 
To  endlefs  Years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  Time,  and  Earth  and  Skies 

Thy  heav'nly  Skill  proclaim  : 

What  fhali  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 

But  learn  to  read  thy  Name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  Pew'r,  to  truft  thy  Grace 

Is  our  divineft  Skill  j 
And  he\  the  wifeft  of  our  Race 
That  bed  obeys  thy  Will. 


PSALM  in.     Second  Part. 

The  Perfeclions   of  God. 

i  -r>  R  E  A  T  is  the  Lord  ;  his  Works  of  Mightr 
^     Demand  our  nobleft  Songs  : 
Let  his  alTembled  Saints  unite 
Their  Harmony  of  Tongues, 
a  Great  is  the  Mercy  of  the  Lord, 
He  gives  his  Children  Food  j 
And  ever  mindful  of  his  Word, 
He  makes  his  Promife  good. 

3  His  Soli*  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  feal  his  Cov'nant  fure  : 
Holy  and  Reverend  is  his  Name, 
His  Ways  are  jure  and  pure. 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 

Muft  with  his  Fear  begin  ; 

Oir 


PSALM    CXII.  s#j 

€>ur  faireft  Preof  of  Knowledge  lies 
In  hating  ev'ry  Sin. 

PSALM  ut,    Asthe  njthPfalm. 
The  Bleffings  of  the  liberal  Man, 
i  ^pHAT  Man  is  bleft  who  ftands  in  Awe 
*      Of  G  O  D,    and  loves  his  facred  Law, 

His  Seed  on  Earth  (hall  be  renown'd  5 
His  Houfe  the  Seat  of  WealOi  (hail  be, 
An  inexhaufted  Treafury, 

And  with  fucceffive  Honours  erown'd, 

2  His  lib'ral  Favours  he  extends, 
To  forcie  he  gives,  to  others  lends  s 

A  generous  Pity  fills  his  Mind  s 
Yet  what  his  Charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  Prudence  in  Affairs, 

And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  Mankind. 

3  His  Hands,  while  they  his  Alms  beftow*d, 
His  Glory's  future  Harveft  fow'd  \ 

The  fweet  Remembrance  of  the  Juft, 
Like  a  green  Root,  revives  and  bears 
A  Train  of  Bleffings  for  his  Heirs, 

When  dying  Nature  deeps  in  Duft. 
4.  Befet  with  threat'ning  Dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  (hall  he  maintain  his  Ground  j 

His  Confcience  holds  his  Courage  up  s 
The  Soul  that's  fill'd  with  Virtue's  Light, 
Shines  brighteft  in  Affliction's  Night  : 

And  fees  in  Darknefs  Beams  of  Hope, 

PAUSE. 
5  [111  Tidings  never  can  furprize 

His  Heart,  that  fix'd  on  G OD  relies, 

Though  Waves  and  Tempefts  roar  around  j 
Safe  on  the  Rock  he  fits,  and  fees 
The  Shipwreck  of  his  Enemies, 
And  all  their  Hope  and  Glory  drcwn'd. 

*  6  The 


304  PSALM    CXII, 

6  The  Wicked  toall  his  Triumph  fee> 
And  gnafh  their  Teeth  in  Agony, 

To  find  their  Expectations  croft  \ 
They  and  their  Envy,  Pride  and  Spite, 
Sink  down  to  everhfting  Night, 

And  all  their  Names  in  Darknefs  loft.] 

PSALM    iix.  Long  Metre. 

The   BUffings  of  ike   hi  us  and     haritable, 
l  '"PlIRICE  happy  Man,  who  fears  the  Lord, 

■*    Loves his  Command;,  and  trultshis  Word  $ 

Honour  and  Peace  kis  Days  attend, 

And  Blfffings  to  his  Seed  de  cend. 
a  Companion  dwells  uprn  his  Mind, 

To  Woiks  of  Mercy  ftill  inclin'd  ; 

He  lends  the  Poor  fomeprefent  Aid, 

Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 
j  When  Times  grow  dark,  and  Tidings  fpread 

That  fill  his  Neighbours  round  with  Dread, 

His  Heart  is  arm'd  aeaiiift  the  Fear, 

For  COD  with  all  his  Pow'r  is  there. 

4  His  Soul  w^Jl  fix'd  upon  the  L.  rd, 
Draw?  h-av'nly  Courage  from  his  Word  j 
Amidit  the  Darknefs  Light  mail  rife, 

To  ch^ar  his  Heart  and  blefs  his  Eyes. 

5  He  hath  dii'pers'd  his  Alms  abroad, 
His  Works  are  ftill  before  his  God  j 
His  Nime  on  Earth  fhall  long  remain, 
While  envious  Sinners  fret  in  vain. 

PSALM    ii2.    Common  Metre. 

liberality  rewarded. 
I  UAPPYishe  that  fears  the  Lord, 
•*-*  And  follows  his  Commands, 
Who  lends  the  Poor  without  Reward, 
Or  gives  with  libra!  Hands, 
a  As  Pity  d vvells  within  his  Breaft 
To  all  the  Sons  of  Need  -? 

So 


PSALM    CXIIL  „    a«5 

So  G  O  D  (hall  anfwer  his  Requefl* 

With  Bleflings  on  his  Seed. 

3  No  evil  Tidings  fhail  furprize 

His  well  eftablim'd  Mind  5 
His  Soul  to  GOD,  his  Refuge,  flies, 
And  leaves  his  Fears  behind. 

4  In  Times  of  general  Diftrefs. 

Some  Beams  of  Light  mail  mine, 
To  mew  the  World  his  Righteoufnefs, 
And  give  him  Peace  divine. 

5  His  Works  of  Piety  and  Love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  j 
Hcnour  on  Earth,  and  Joys  above, 
Shall  be  his  Ave  Reward. 

PSALM    113.   Proper  Tunc. 
The  Majefiy  and  Condffc  en/ton  of  God » 

3  VE  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

*     The  Honours  of  his  Name  record, 

His  facred  Name  for  ever  blefs  : 
Where-e'er  the  circling  Sun  difplays 
His  rifing  Beams,  cr  fetting  Rays, 

Let  Lands  and  Seas  his  Pow'r  confefs, 
%  Nor  Time,  nor  Nature's  narrow  Rounds* 
Can  give  his  vaft  Dominion  Bounds  5 

The  Heav'ns  are  far  below  his  Height  1 
Let  no  created  Greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  GOD  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  Might. 
I  He  bows  his  glorious  Head  to  view 
What  the  bright  Hofts  of  Angels  do, 

And  bends  his  Care  to  mortal  Things  % 
His  fovVeign  Hand  exalts  the  Poor, 
He  takes  the  Needy  from  the  Door, 

And  makes  them  Company  for  King?, 

4  When  childlefs  Families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  Bleffing  of  an  Heir, 

To  refcue  their  expiring  Name  j 

&  The 


1*6  psalm  cxm. 

The  Mother  with  a  thankful  Voice 
Proclaims  his  Praifes  and  her  Joys  ; 
Let  ev'ry  Age  advance  his  Fame. 

PSALM    xi  3.    Long  Metre. 
God  Sovereign  and  Gracious* 

1  VE  Servants  of  th'  Almighty  King, 

*    In  ev'ry  Age  his  Praifes  fing  ; 

Where-e'er  the  Sun  fhall  rife  or  fet, 

The  Nations  fhall  his  Praife  repeat. 
t  Above  the  Earth,  beyond  the  Sky 

Stands  his  high  Throne  of  Majeftyj 

Nor  Time  nor  Place  his  Power  reftrain* 

Nor  bound  his  univerfal  Reign. 
3  Which  of  the  Sons  of  Adam  dare, 

Or'Angels,  with  their  GOD  compare  > 

His  Glories  how  divinely  bright, 

Who  dwells  in  uncreated  Light  ? 
4.  Behold  his  Love,  he  ftoops  to  view 

What  Saints  above  and  Angels  do  j 

And  condefcends  yet  more  to  know 

The  mean  Affairs  of  Men  below. 

5  From  Duft  and  Cottages  ohfcure, 
His  Grace  exalts  the  humble  Poor  j 
Gives  them  the  Honour  of  his  Sons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  Thrones. 

6  [A  Word  of  his  creating  Voice 
Can  make  the  barren  Houfe  rejoice  : 
Though  Sarah's  ninety  Years  were  paft, 
The  promis'd  Seed  is  born  at  laft. 

7  With  Joy  the  Mother  views  her  Son, 
And  tells  the  Wonders  GOD  has  done  ; 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  Senfe  defpairs  j 
If  Nature  fails  the  Piomife  bears.] 

PSALM 


PSALM    CXV,  W 

PSALM    114.  , 

Miracles  attending  IfraelV  Journey* 

s  XX7  H  E  N  Ifr'el,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  Hand, 
*^     Left  the  proud  Tyrant,  and  his  Land, 
The  Tribes  with  chearful  Homage  own 
Their  King,  and  Judah  was  his  Throne, 

a  Acrofs  the  Deep  their  Journey  lay  j 
The  Deep  divides  to  make  them  Way  s 
Jordan  beheld  their  March,  and  fled 
With  backward  Current  to  his  Head. 

3  The  Mountains  (hook  like  frighted  Sheep, 
Like  Lambs  the  little  Hillocks  leap  ! 
Not  Sinai  on  her  Bafe  could  ftand, 
Confcious  of  fov'reign  Pow'r  at  Hand. 

4.  What  Pow'r  could  make  the  Deep  divide  ? 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  Tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  Hills  ? 
And  whence  the  Fright  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

5  Let  ev'ry  Mountain,  ev'ry  Flood 
Retire  and  know  th'  approaching  GOD, 
The  King  of  lfr"el-.  See  him  here  : 
Tremble  thou  Earth,  adore  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  Nature  mourns, 
The  Rock  to  (landing  Pools  he  turns  j 
Flints  fpring  with  Fountains  at  his  Word, 
And  Fires  and  Seas  confefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM    irs-    Firft  Metre. 
The  true  God  our  Refuge  5  or,  Idolatry  reproveda 

1  "M"  O  T  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  Duft, 
^•^     Not  to  ourfelves  is  Glory  due, 
Eternal  GOD,  Thou  only  Juft, 
Thou  only  Gracious,  Wife  and  True. 

%  Shine  forth  in  all  thy  dreadful  Name  ; 
Why  (hould  a  Heathen's  haughty  Tongue 

Infult 


tot  PSALM    CXV. 

Infult  us,  and  to  raife  our  Shame, 

Say,  Where's  the  G  OD  you've  fer<v%tt  fo  long  ? 

j  The  G  O  D  we  ferve  maintains  his  Throne 
Above  the  Clouds,  beyond  the  Skies, 
Through  all  the  Earth  his  Will  is  done. 
He  knows  our  Groans,  he  hears  our  Cries. 

4.  But  the  vain  Idols  they  adore, 

Are  fenfelefs  Shapes  or  Stone  and  Wood} 
At  belt  a  Mafs  of  glittering  Ore, 
A  filver  Saint  or  golden  God. 

5  [With  Eyes  and  Ears  they  carve  their  Head  j 
Deaf  are  their  Ears,  their  Eyes  are  blind  j 
In  vain  are  coftly  OfPrings  made, 

And  Vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  Wind. 

6  Their  Feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  Hands  to  fave  when  Mortals  pray, 
Mortals  that  pay  them  Fear  or  Love^ 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

7  O  Ifr'ef,  make  the  Lord  thy  Hope, 
Thy  Help,  thy  Refuge,  and  thy  Reft  j 
The  Lord  mall  buiid  thy  Ruins  up, 
And  blefs  the  People  and  the  Prieft. 

g  The  Dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  Praife, 
They  dwell  in  Silence  and  the  Gravej 
But  we  (hall  live  to  fing  thy  Grace, 
And  tell  the  World  thy  Pow'r  to  fave. 

F  S  A  L  M  115.  Second  Metre.  As  the  New  Tune 

of  the  50th  Pfalm. 
Popijh  Idolatry  reproved. 
A  Pfalm  for  the  5th  of  November. 
s  TSJ0T  t0  our  Names,  thou  only  Juft  and  True, 
•^  Not  to  our  worthlefs  Names  is  Glory  due  j 
Thy  PowY  &  Grace,  thy  Truth  &  Juftice  claim 
Immortal  Honours  to  thy  fov'reign  Name. 

[Abode, 
Shine  through  the  Earth  from  Heav'n,  thy  bkft 
Nor  let  the  Heathens  fay,  "And  where'* jour  God? 

a  Heavn 


PSAt  M    CXV,  so£ 

[Throne, 
>,  Heav'n  is  thine  higher  Court :  There  ftands  thy 
And  thro'  the  lower  Worlds  thy  Will  is  done  5 

[fpread. 
Our  God  fram'd  all  this  Earth,  thefeHeav'ns  he 
But  Fools  adoietheGodstheirHandshavemade, 
The  kneeling  Croud  win  Looks  devout  behold 
Their  Silver  Saviours,  and  their  Saints  of  Gold* 
%  [Vain  are  thofe  artful  Shapes  of  Eyes  and  Ears  § 
The  molttn  Image  neither  fees  nor  hears ; 
Their  Hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  Feet  can 

(move, 
They  have  no  Speech,  nor  Thought,  nor  Pow'r, 

[nor  Love  5 
Yet  fottifti  Mortals  make  their  long  Complaints 
To  their  deaf  Idols,  and  their  movelefs  Saints. 
;.  The  Rich  have  Statues  well  adorn'd  with  Gold, 
The  Poor  content  with  Gods  of  coarfer  Moulds 
With  Tools  of  Iron  carve  the  fenlelefs  Stock, 
Lopt  from  a  Tree,  or  broken  from  a  Rock  : 
People  and  Prieft  drive  on  the  folemn  Trade, 
And  truft  the  Gods,  that  Saws  and  Hammers 

[made. 
Be  Heav'n  and  Earth  amaz'd  !   Tis  hard  to  fay 
Which  is  more  ftupid,  or  their  Gods,  or  they., 
O  l/r'el,  truft  the  Lord  :  He  hears  and  fees, 
He  knows  thy  Sorrows,  and  reftores  thy  Peace : 
His  Worfhipdoes  athoufand  Comforts  yield, 
He  is  thy  Help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  Shield. 
O  Britain,  truft  the  Lord  ;  Thy  Foes  in  vain 
Attempt  thy  Ruin,  and  oppo/e  his  Reign  j 
Had  they  prevail'd,  Darknefs  had  clos'd  our 

[Days, 
And  Death  and  Silence  had  forbid  his  Praife  ; 
But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live  %  Let  Songs  arife, 
And  Britmtbkk  the  GOD  that  built  the  Skies. 


PSALM 


%Z9  PSALM    CXVI. 

PSALM    116.    Tirjl  Part, 

Recovery  from  Sicknefs, 

x  TLOVE  the  Lord ;  he  heard  my  Cries, 
•■■    And  pity'd  every  Groan, 
Long  as  I  live,  when  Troubles  rife, 
I'll  haften  to  his  Throne. 
«  I  love  the  Lord  j  he  bow'd  his  Ear? 
And  chasd  my  Griefs  away : 
O  let  my  Heart  no  more  defpair, 
While  I  have  Breath  to  pray  ! 
S  My  Flefh  declin'd,  my  Spirits  fell, 
And  I  drew  near  the  Dead, 
While  inward  Pangs  and  Fears  of  Hell 
Perplex'd  my  wakeful  Head. 

4  «  My  GOD,  I  cry'd,  thy  Servant  fa ve, 

'*  Thou  ever  good  and  juft  j 
"  Thy  Pow'r  can  refcwe  from  the  Grave, 
"  Thy  PowV  is  all  my  Truft." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  dtftreit, 

He  bid  my  Pains  remove  : 
Return,  my  Soul,  to  God  thy  Reft, 
For  thou  haft  known  his  Love. 

6  My  GOD  hath  fav'd  my  Soul  from  Death, 

And  dry'd  my  falling  Tears: 
Now  to  his  Praife  I'll  fpend  my  Breath, 
And  my  remaining  Years. 

PSALM   xi6.  <v.  ix,  &c.    Second  Part, 

Fows  made  in  Trouble  paid  in  the  Church  j  or, 
public  Thanks  for  private  Deliverance, 

i  TKJ  HAT  (hall  I  render  to  my  GOD 
vv     For  all  his  Kindnefs  mown  ? 
My  Feet  (hall  vifit  thine  Abode, 
My  Songs  addrefs  thy  Throne. 
%  Among  tke  Saints  that  fill  thine  Houfe 

My  Of  ring  (hall  be  paid  \  There 


PSALM    CXV-IL  *« 

There  (hall  my  Zeal  perform  the  Vows 

My  Soul  in  Anguifh  made. 
3  How  much  is  Mercy  thy  Delight, 

Thou  ever  blefTed  GOD! 
How  dear  thy  Servants  in  thy  Sight ! 

How  precious  is  their  Blood  I 
4.  How  happy  all  thy  Servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  Grace  to  me! 
My  Life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  Care, 

Lord,  I  devote  to  Thee. 

5  Now  I  am  Thine,  for  ever  Thine, 

Nor  fhall  my  Purpofe  move  ; 
Thy  Hand  has  loos'd  my  Bonds  of  Pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  Love. 

6  Here  in  thy  Courts  I  leave  my  Vow, 

And  thy  rich  Grace  record  ; 
Witne/s,  ye  Saints,  who  hear  me  now3 
If  I  forfake  the  Lord, 

PSALM   117.   Common  Metre, 
Praife  to  God  from  all  Nations, 

s  r\  A  L  L  ye  Nations  praife  the  Lord, 
*^    Each  with  a  diff'rent  Tongue  j 
In  evVy  Language  learn  his  Word, 
And  let  bis  Name  be  fung. 
a  His  Mercy  reigns  through  ev'ry  Land  3 
Proclaim  his  Grace  abroad  : 
For  ever  firm  his  Truth  Ihall  ftand  j 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  GOD. 

PSALM  jti7.    Long  Metre, 
1  *nROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  Skies, 
X1      Let  the  Creator's  Praife  arife  j 
Let  the  Redeemer's  Name  be  fung 
Through  ev'ry  Land,  by  ev'ry  Tongue. 
a  Eternal  are  thy  Mercies,  Lord  j 
Eternal  Truth  attends  thy  Word  5 

K  Thy 


tg;  PSALM    CXVIIL 

Thy  Praife  (hall  found  from  Shore  to  Shor-, 
Till  Sun  ihall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 

P  S  A  L  M  n7.    Short  Metre. 

1  THY  Name,  Almighty  Lord, 

-*-      Shall  found  chrough  diftant  Lands  j 
Grjeat  is  thy  Grace,  and  fure  thy  Word  j 
Thy  Truth  for  ever  itands. 
a  Far  be  thine  Honour  fpread, 
And  long  thy  Praife  endure, 
Till  Morning-Light  and  Evening-Shade 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 

PSALM  118.  <v.  6---15.  Firjt  Part* 

Deliverance  from  a   Tumult* 
1  npHE  Lord  appears  my  Helper  now, 
■*•      Nor  is  my  Faith  afraid 
What  all  the  £ons  of  Eaith  can  do, 
Since  Heav'n  affords  its  Aid. 
a  *Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  Thee, 
And  have  my  GOD  my  Friend, 
Than  truft  in  Men  of  high  Degree, 
And  on  their  Truth  depend. 

3  Like  Bees,  my  Foes  belet  me  round, 

A  large  and  angry  Swarm  ; 
But  I  mall  all  their  Rage  confound, 
By  thine  Almighty  Arm. 

4  'Tis  through  the  Lord  my  Heart  is  ftrong, 

In  him  my  Lips  rejoice ; 
While  his  Salvation  is  my  Song, 
How  chearful  is  my  Voice  ! 

5  Like  angry  Bees  they  girt  me  round  ; 

When  GOD  appears  they  fly  ; 
So  burning  Thorns,  with  ciackiing  Sound, 
Make  a  fierce  Bl  ze,  and  die. 

6  Joy  to  the  Saints  and  Peace  belongs  j 

The  Lord  protects  their  Day*  j 


psalm  cxvnr.  M 

Let  Ifr'el  tune  immortal  Songs 
To  his  Almighty  Grace. 

PSALM     1 1 8.    <v.  17— -a i.     Second  Part, 

Public  Praife  for  Deliverance  from  Dmik. 

I  T    ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  Servant's  Oyp 
•■-'     And  refcu'd  from  the  Grave  ; 
Now  mall  he  live  (and  none  can  die, 
Iff  GOD  refoh-e  to  fave.) 
a  Thy  Praife,  more  conftant  than  before, 
ShaH  fill  his  daily  Breath  ; 
Thy  Hand,  that  hath  chaftisM  him  fore. 
Defends  him  ftill  from  Death. 

3  Open  the  Gates  of  Sion  now, 

For  we  mall  wormip  there, 
The  Houfe  where  all  the  Righteous  go, 
Thy  Mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  Affemblies  of  thy  Saints, 

Our  thankful  Voice  we  raife  \ 
There  we  have  told  Thee  our  Complaints, 
And  there  we  fptak  thy  Praife. 

PSALM  118.  >*v.  ?.a,  23.     Third  Part. 

Chrift   the  Foundation  of  his  £Aui  ch. 

1  DEHOLD  the  fure  FounJ&t  ion-  Stone, 
H    Which  G  O  D  in  Sion  iafs, 
To  build  our  heavenly  Hopes'upon, 
And  his  eternal 'Praife, 
%  Chi  Jen  of  GOD,  to  Sinners  dear, 
And  Saints  adore  the  Is;  a  me, 
They  truft  their  whole  Salvation  here, 
Nor  (hall  they  fuffer  Shame. 
3  The  foolifh  Builders,  Scribe  and  Prieft, 
Reject  it  with  Difdain  j 
Yet  on  this  Rock  the  Church  lhall  reft, 
And  Envy  rage  in  vain. 

K.  %  4  What 


aH  PSALM    CXVIII. 

4  What  though  the  Gates  of  Hell  withftood, 
Yet  muft  this  Building  rife  : 
,'Tis  thy  own  Work,  Almighty  GOD, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  Eyes. 

F  S  A  L  M  118.  fourth  Part,  v.  24,  *5,  *6. 

Hofanna ;  the  Lortts  Day ;  or,  Cht  id's  Refurreftion, 
and  our  Salvation. 

1  *T*  H  I S  is  the  Day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
■*■    He  calls  the  Hours  his  own  j 
Let  Heav'n  rejoice,  let  Earth  be  glad, 
And  Praife  futround  thy  Throne, 
a  To-day  he  rofe  and  left  the  Dead* 
And  Satan*  Empire  fell  j 
To-day  the  Saints  his  Triumph  fpread, 
And  all  his  Wonders  tell. 

3  Hofanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  : 
Help  us,  O  Lord  j  defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  Throne. 

4  Bleft  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  Men 

With  Meflages  of  Grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  G  OD  his  Father's  Name, 
To  fave  our  finful  Race. 

5  Hofanna  in  the  higheft  Strains 

The  Church  on  Earth  can  raife  ; 
The  Higheft  Heav'ns,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  Praife. 


P  S  A  L  M  118.  v.  zt — 17.  Short  Metre. 

An  Hofanna  for  the  Lord's-Day  ;  or,  a  new  Song 
of  Salvation  by  Chrift. 

j  QEE  what  a  living  Stone 
0    The  Builders  did  refufe ; 
Yet  GOD  hath  built  his  Church  thereon, 
In  Spite  of  envious  Jeivj, 

.The 


PSALM    CXVIir.  zi$ 

a  The  Scribe  and  angry  Prieft 
Reject  thine  only  Son  j 
Yet  on  this  Rock  (hall  Sion  reft, 
As  the  chief  Corner-Stone, 

3  The  Work,  O  Lord,  is  Thine, 

And  wond'rous  in  our  Eyes  t 
This  Day  declares  it  all  divine,, 
This  Day  did  Jefus  rife. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  Day 

That  our  Redeemer  made ; 
Let  us  rejeice,  and  fing  and  pray, 
Let  all  the  Church  be  glad. 

5  Ho/anna  to  the  King 

Of  David's  Royal  Blood  j 
Blefs  Him,  ye  Saints,  He  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  from  your  GOD. 
6"  We  blefs  thine  holy  Word, 

Which  all  this  Grace  difplays  j 
And  offer  on  thine  Altar,  Lord,. 

Our  Sacrifice  of  Praife. 

PSALM  1 1 8.  v.  22—27.  Long  Metre, 

An  Hofanna  for  the  lord'i-Day ;  or,  A  new  Song 
of  Salvation  by  Chrift. 

z  T    O,  what  a  glorious  Corner-Stone 
*f  The  Jtnutfb  Builders  did  refufe  :'; 
But  GOD  hath  built  his  Ch urch  thereon, 
In  Spite  of  Envy,  and  the  Jt<ws. 

%  Great  GOD,  the  Work  is  all  divine, 
The  Joy  and  Wonder  of  our  Eyes  j 
This  is  the  Day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  Day  that  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  Saints  be  glad  j 
Hofanna,  let  his  Name  be  bleft  j 
A  thoufand  Honours  on  his  Head, 
With  Peace  and  Light  and  Giory  reft. 

K.  3  4  In 


*i$  PSALM    CXIX. 

4  In  G  OD's  own  Name  he  comes,  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  Race  ; 
.Let  the  whole  Church  addi  efs  their  King 
With  Hearts  of  Joy,  and  Songs  of  Praife. 

PSALM    CXIX. 

[7  ha<ve  colkBed  and  dijpcfed  the  mofl  ufeful  Verfes 
of  this  Pfalm  under  eighteen  different  Heads,  and 
formed  a  Divine  Song  upon  each  of  them.  But  the 
Ferfes  are  much  tranfpofed,  to  attain  fome  Degree  of 
Connection, 

In  fome  Places,  among  the  Words,  Law,  Com- 
mands, Judgments,  Teftimonies,  1  have  ufed 
Gofpel,  Word,  Grace,  Truth,  Promifes,  &c. 
as  more  agreeable  to  the  Neiv-Tef  anient,  and  the 
common  Language  of  Chrijlians,  and  it  equally  an- 
fwers  the  Defign  of  the  Pfalmift,  which  <was  to  re* 
commend  the  holy  Scripture.'} 

PSALM     119.     Firfl  Part. 

'The  BUJfednefs  of  Saints,  and  Mifery  of  Sinntn. 

Ver,  1,  2,  3. 

2  DLEST  are  the  undefil'd  in  Heart, 
&  Whofe  Ways  are  right  and  clean  j 
Who  never  from  thy  Law  depart, 

But  fly  from  evVy  Sin. 
a  Bleft  are  the  Men  that  keep  thy  Word, 
And  praclife  thy  Commands  ; 
With  their  whole  Heart  they  feek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  Thee  with  their  Hands. 
Ver.  165. 

3  Great  is  their  Peace  who  love  thy  Law  j 

How  firm  their  Souls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  Temptation  draw 
Their  fleady  Feet  afide. 
Ver.  6. 

4  Then  (hall  my  Heart  have  inward  Joy, 

Anii  keep  my  Face  from  Shame, 

When 


PSALM    CXIX,  *iy 

When  all  thy  Statutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  Name. . 
Ver.  zi, US. 

5  But  haughty  Sinners  God  will  hats, 

The  Proud  (hall  die  accurft  ; 
The  Sons  of  Falfhood  and  Deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  Duft. 
Ver.  119.  155. 

6  Vile  as  the  Drofs  the  Wicked  are  \ 

And  thofe  that  leave  thy  Ways 
Shall  fee  Salvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  Grace. 

PSALM  119.  Second  Part. 

Secret  Devotion  and  Spiritual  Mindednejs  \  Or£ 
Conjiant  Con<verfe  with  God. 

Ver.   147,  55. 
j  qp  O  Thee.;  before  the  dawning  Light, 
■*-      My  gracious  GOD,  I  pray  j 
I  meditate  thy  Name  by  Night, 
And  keep  thy  Law  by  Day. 
Ver.  81. 
a  My  Spirit  faints  to  fee  thy  Grace, 
Thy  Promife  bears  me  up, 
And  while  Salvation  long  delays, 
Thy  Word  fupports  my  Hope. 
Ver.  164.. 

3  Sev'n  Times  a  Day  I  lift  my  Hands, 

And  pay  my  Thanks  to  Theej 
Thy  righteous  Providence  demands 
Repeated  Praife  from  me. 
Ver.  62. 

4  When  Midnight  Darknefs  veils  the  Skies, 

I  call  thy  Works  to  mind  ; 
My  Thoughts  in  warm  Devotion  rife, 
And  fweet  Acceptance  find, 

K  4  PSALM 


axS  PSALM    CXIX. 

PSALM    119.    Third  Fart, 
Trtfeffion  of  Sincerity,  Repentance  and  Obedience* 

Ver.  57,  60. 
3  'THOU  art  my  Portion,  O  my  G  O D  j 
•■■      Soon  as  I  know  thy  Way, 
My  Heart  makes  Hafte  V  obey  thy  Word, 
.   And  fuffers  no  Delay. 

Ver.  30,   14. 
3  I  choofe  the  Path  of  Heav'nly  Truth, 
And  glory  in  my  Choice  ; 
Not  all  the  Riches  of  the  Earth 
Could  make  rse  10  lejoice. 

3  The  Teftimonies  of  thy  Grace 

I  fet  before  my  Eyes  j 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  Strength, 
And  there  my  Comfort  lies. 
Ver.  59. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  Path, 

I  think  upon  my  Ways, 
Then  turn  my  Fett  to  thy  Commands, 
And  truft  thy  pardoning  Grace. 
Ver.  94,  114. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

O  fave  thy  Servant,  Lord  ; 
Thou  art  my  Shield,  my  Hiding-place  ; 
My  Hope  is  in  thy  Word. 
Ver.  in. 

6  Thou  haft  inclined  this  Heart  of  mine 

Thy  Statutes  to  fulfil; 
And  thus  till  mortal  Life  (hall  end 
Would  I  perform  thy  Will. 

PSALM  1 19     Fourth  Part, 
lnjlruclion  from  Scripture. 
Ver.  9. 
O  W   fliall  the  Young  fecu're  their  Heart?, 
d  guard  their  Lives  from  Sin  j 

Thy 


HOVv 
An 


PSALM    CXIX.  *ij>. 

Thy  Word  the  choiceft  Rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  Conscience  clean. 
Ver.  130. 
a  When  once  it  enters  to  the  Mind; 
It  fpreads  fuch  Light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  Souls  Inftruftion  find, 
And  raife  their  Thoughts  to  GOD. 
Ver.  105. 

3  'Tis  like  the  Sun,  a  heav'nly  Light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  Day  j 
And  through  the  Dangers  or  the  Night, 
A  Lamp  to  lead  our  Way. 
Ver.  99,  100. 

4  The  Men  that  keep  thy  Law  with  Care, 

And  meditate  thy  Word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  Teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Ver.  104,  113. 

5  Thy  Precepts  make  me  truly  wife  j 

I  hate  the  Sinner's  Road  : 
I  hate  my  own  vain  Thoughts  that  rife> 
But  love  thy  Law,  my  GOD. 
Ver.  89,  90,  91. 

6  [The  (tarry  Heav'ns  thy  Rule  obey, 

The  Earth  maintains  her  Place  j 
And  thefe  thy  Servants  Night  and  Day 
Thy  Skill  and  Pow'r  exprefs. 

7  But  ftiil  thy  Law  and  Gofpel,  Lord, 

Have  Leflbns  more  divine  : 
Not  Earth  Hands  firmer  than  thy  Word, 
Nor  Stars  fo  nobly  fhine.] 

Ver.  160.  140,  9,  116. 

8  Thy  Word  is  everlafting  Truth  j 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  Page  ! 
That  holy  Book  fhall  guide  our  Youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  Age, 


K  s  FSALM- 


»  PSALM    CXIX. 

PSALM    119.    Fifth  Part. 

Delight  in  Scripture  ;  or.  The  Word  of  God 
dwelling  in  us. 


Ver. 


97- 


1  r\  H  O  W  I  love  thy  holy  Law  j 
^  'Tis  daily  my  Delight  j 
And  thence  my  Meditations  draw 
Divine  Advice  by  Night. 
Ver.   148. 
a  My  waking  Eyes  prevent  the  Day 
To  meditate  thy  Word  j 
My  Soul  with  Longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  Go  f  pel,  Lord. 
Ver.  3,   13,    54. 

3  How  doth  thy  Word  my  Heart  engage  ! 

How  well  employ  my  Tongue  ! 
And  in  my  tirefome  Pilgrimage 
Yields  me  a  heav'nly  Song. 
Ver.   19,    103. 

4  Am  I  a  Stranger,  or  at  Home  : 

"Tis  my  perpetual  Feaft  ; 
Not  Honey  dropping  from  the  Comb 
So  nv.ich  allures  the  Tafte. 
Ver    72,    1 17. 

5  No  Treafures  fo  enrich  the  Mind  j 

Nor  mall  thv  Word  be  fold 
For  Loads  of  Silver  well  refirfd, 
Nor  Heaps  of  choiceft  Gold. 
Ver.  28,  49>    J75- 
4  When  Nature  finks,  and  Spirits  droop, 
Thy  Promifes  of  Grace 
Are  Pillars  to  fupport  my  Hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  Praife. 


PSALM 


PSALM    CX1X,  aa? 

PSALM     119.    Sixth  Part, 

Holinefs  and  Comfort  from  the  Word, 
Ver.  128. 
1  T    ORD,  I  efteem  thy  Judgments  right, 
*^     And  all  thy  Statutes  juft  ; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  Fight 
With  ev'ry  flatt'ring  Lull. 
Ver.   97,  9. 
a  Thy  Precepts  often  I  furvey  : 
I  keep  thy  Law  in  Sight, 
Through  all  the  Eufinefs  of  the  Day, 
To  form  my  Actions  right. 
Ver.  62. 
3  My  Heart  in  Midnight  Silence  cries, 
"  How  fweet  thy  Comforts  be  j" 
My  Thoughts  in  holy  Wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  Thanks  to  Thee. 
Ver.  162. 
4.  And  when  my  Spirit  drinks  her  Fill, 
At  fome  good  Word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  Men  that  (hare  the  Spoil, 
Have  Joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

PSALM  119.  Seventh  Part. 
Imperfection  of  Nature,  and  Perfection  of  Scripture 

Ver.  96    Paraphrased. 
1  T   ET  alHhe  HeathevWriters  join 
*-*     To  form  one  perfecl  Book  ; 
Great  GOD,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine.,. 
How  mean  their  Writings  look. 
3  Not  the  moft  perfect.  Rules  they  gave 
Could  fhew  one  Sin  forgiv'n  : 
Nor  lead  a  Step  beyond  the  Grave  j 
But  thine  conducts  to  Heav'n. 
3  I've  feen  an  End  to  what  we  call- 
Perfe&io-n  here  beiow  } 

K  6  .-  Bow- 


%%i  PSALM    CXIX. 

How  fhort  the  PowVs  of  Nature  fall, 
And  can  no  farther  go. 

4  Yet  Men  would  fain  be  juft  with  God, 

By  Works  their  Hands  have  wrought} 
But  thy  Commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  Thought. 

5  In  vainweboaft  Perfection  here, 

While  Sin  defiles  our  Frame ; 

And  finks  our  Virtues  down  fo  far, 

They  fcarce  deferve  the  Name. 

6  Our  Faith,  and  Love,  and  ev'ry  Grace 

Fall  far  below  thy  Word  ; 
But  perfecl:  Truth  and  kighteoufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 


PSALM     119.    Eighth  Part. 

Iht  Word  of  God  is  the  Sainfs  Portion  ;  or, 
The  Excellency  and  Variety  of  Scripture. 

Ver.  in.  Paraph  rafed. 
s  T    O  R  D,  I  have  made  thy  Word  my  Choice, 
•*-*  My  lading  Heritage  j 
There  fliall  my  nobleft  Pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  viarmeft  Thoughts  engage, 
a  I'll  read  the  Hift'ries  of  thy  Love, 
And  keep  thy  Laws  in  Sight, 
While  through  the  Promifes  I  rove, 
With  ever-frefh  Delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  Land  of  Wealth  unknown, 

Where  Springs  of  Life  arife, 
Seeds  of  immortal  Blifs  are  fown, 
And  hidden  Glory  lies. 

4  The  beft  Relief  that  Mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  Sorrows  bleft  ; 
Our  faireft  Hope  beyond  the  Grave, 
And  our  eternal  Reft, 

PSALM 


PSALM    CXIX.  mj 

PSALM    119.    Ninth  Part. 

Defire  of  Knowledge  \  or,  The  'Teachings  of  the 
Spirit  with  the  Word, 

Ver.  64.,  68,  18. 
1  rp{jy  Mercies  fill  the  Earth,  O  Lord; 
•*•    How  good  thy  Works  appear  t 
Open  my  Eyes  to  read  thy  Word, 
And  fee  thy  Wonders  there. 
Vert  73,    125. 
a  My  Heart  was  fafbion'd  by  thy  Hand,„ 
My  Service  is  thy  due, 
O  make  thy  Servant  underftand 
The  Duties  he  msft  do. 
Ver.  19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  Stranger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  Path  be  hid, 
But  mark  the  Road  my  Feet  mould  go, 
And  be  my  conftant  Guide. 
Ver.   26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  Ways, 

Thou  heard'ft  my  Soul  complain  : 
Grant  me  the  Teachings  of"  thy  Grace, 
Or  I  mail  ftray  again. 

ver.  33,  34. 

5  If  G  O  D  to  me  his  Statutes  mew, 

And  heav'nly  Truth  impart, 
His  Works  for  ever  I'll  purfue, 
His  Law  mail  rule  my  Heart. 
Ver.   50,  71- 

6  This  was  my  Comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety. of  Grief; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  Word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  Relief. 
Ver.  ci. 

7  [In  vain  the  Proud  deride  me  now  > 

1*11  ne'er  forget  thy  Law, 

Nor 


aM,  PSALM    CXIX. 

Nor  let  that  bleffed  Gofpel  go  ' 
Whence  all  my  Hopes  I  draw. 
Ver.   z7,   17*. 
8  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  Will, 
I'll  teach  the  World  his  Ways  ; 
My  thankful  Lips  inipir'd  with  Zeal, 
Shall  loud  pronounce  his  Praile.J 

PSALM     119.     Tenth  Part, 
Pleading  the   Promifes. 

Ver.    38,  49  .      m 

j  tjEHOLD  thy  waiting  Servant,  Lord, 
L>    Devoted  to  thy  Fear  ; 
Remember,  and  confirm  thy  Word, 
For  all  my  Hopes  are  there. 
Ver.  41,  58>  l°7- 
«  Haft  thou  not  writ  Salvation  down, 
And  promis'd  quick'ning  Grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  Heart  addrefs  thy  Throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  Love  delays. 
Ver.  113,   4*« 
,  Mine  Eves  for  thy  Salvation  fail ; 
O  bear  thy  Servant  up  ; 
Nor  let  the  icoffing  Lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  Hope. 
Ver.  49>    74- 
a  Didft  thou  not  raile  my  Faith,  O  Lord  ? 
*      Then  let  thy  Truth  appear  : 
Saints  (kail  rejoice  in  my  Re  ware, 
And  trult  as  well  as  lear. 

PSALM    119*    Eleventh  Fart* 
'Breathing  after  Holinefs. 

■      Ver.  5,  33- . ,  __     . 

,  r\  That  the  Lord  would  guide  my  Ways 
V-J     To  keep  his  Statutes  ftill  ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  Grace. 
To  know  and  da  his  Will ! 


PSALM    CXIX.  a«5 

Ver.  29. 
%  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 
Thy  Law  upon  my  Heart ! 
Nor  let  my  Tongue  indulge  Deceit* 
Nor  acl  the  Liar's  Part. 
Ver.  37,  36. 

3  From  Vanity  turn  off  my  Eyes  j 

Let  no  corrupt  Defign, 
Nor  covetous  Defires  arife 
Within  this  Soul  of  mine. 
Ver.    1 3  j. 

4  Order  my  Fooifteps  by  thy  Word, 

And  make  my  Heart  iincere ; 
Let  Sin  have  no  Dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  Confcience  clear. 
Ver.   176. 

5  My  Soul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray, 

My  Feet  too  often  flip  ; 
Yet  iince  I've  net  forgot  thy  Way, 
Reilore  thy  wanci'ring  Sheep. 
Ver.  35. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  Commands  5 

'Tis  a  delightful  Road  ; 
Nor  let  my  Head,  or  Heart,  or  Hands, 
Offend  againft  my  G  O  D. 

PSALM     119.     Twelfth  Part. 
Breathing  after  Comfort  and  Deliverance* 
Ver.   153. 
1   UYGOD,  confider  my  Diftrefs, 
•^VA  Let  Mercy  plead  my  Caufe  ; 
Though  I  have  finn'd  againft  thy  Grace, 
I  can't  forget  thy  Laws. 

Ver.   39,   116. 
a  Forbid,  forbid  the  fharp  Repreach, 
Which  I  fo  juftly  fear  ; 
Uphold  my  Life,  uphold  my  Hope?; . 
Nor  let  nay  Shame  appear,  Ver, 


«f  PSALM    CXIX, 

Ver.  122,  135. 

3  Be  thou  a  Surety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  Proud  opprefs  ; 
But  make  thy  waiting  Servant  fee 
The  Shinings  of  thy  Face. 
Ver.  82. 

4  My  Eyes  with  Expectation  fail, 

My  Heart  within  me  cries, 
"  When  will  the  Lord  his  Truth  fulfil, 
"  And  make  my  Comforts  rife,"1 
Ver.  132. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  Sorrows,  Lord, 

And  (hew  thy  Grace  the  fame, 
As  thou  art  ever  wont  V  afford 
To  thofe  that  love  thy  Name* 

PSALM     it 9.     Thirteenth  Fart. 
Holy  Fear,  and  Tendernefs  of  Confcience. 
Ver.  10. 
j  \JWITR   my  whole  Heart  Fve  fought  thy. 
vv      O  let  me  never  fttay  (Face, 

From  thy  Commands,  O  G  OD  of  Grace, 
Nor  tread  the  Sinners  Way. 
Ver.   11. 
%  Thy  Word  I've  hid  within  my  Heart, 
To  keep  my  Confcience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlafting  Guard 
From  ev'ry  rifing  Sin. 

Ver.  63,  53,  158. 
3  I'm  a  Companion  of  the  Saints, 
Who  fear  and  Love  the  Lord  j 
My  Sorrows  rife,  my  Nature  faints, 
When  Men  tranfgrefs  thy  Word. 
Ver.    161,  163. 
4.  While  Sinners  do  thy  Gofpel  wrong, 
My  Spirit  ftands  in  Awe  ; 
My  Soul  abhors  a  lying  Tcngue, 
$ut  loves  $hy  righteous  Law* 

Ver. 


PSALM    CXIX.  %iT 

Ver.  161,  i*o. 
$  My  Heart  with  facred  Rev'rence  hears 
The  Threatnings  of  thy  Word  $ 
My  Flefh  with  holy  Trembling  fears 
The  Judgments  of  the  Lord. 
Ver.  166,    174.. 
&  My  GOD,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 
For  thy  Salvation  ftill  j 
While  thy  whole  Law  is  my  Delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  Will. 

PSALM     119.    Fourteenth  Parh 
Benefit  of  AffiiSiions,  and  Support  under  tbem, 
Ver.  153,  81,   82. 
i   pONSIDER  all  my  Sorrows,  Lord^ 
^     And  thy  Deliv'rance  fend  j 
My  Soul  for  thy  Salvation  faints, 
When  will  my  Troubles  end  ? 
Ver    71. 
2,  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 
To  bear  my  Father's  Rod  j 
Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  Law, 
And  live  upon  my  GOD. 
Ver.  50. 

3  This  is  the  Comfort  I  enjoy 

When  new  Diftrefs  begins  s 
I  read  thy  Word,  I  run  thy  Way, 
And  hate  my  former  Sins. 
Ver.  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  Word  been  my  Delight, 

When  earthly  Joys  were  fled, 
My  Soul,  oppreft  with  Sorrows  Weight, 
Had  funk  amongft  the  Dead. 
Ver.  75. 

5  I  know  thy  Judgments,  Lord,  are  right. 

Though  they  may  feem  fevere  j 
The  lharpeft  Suff' rings  I  endure, 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  Care, 

Ver, 


ztZ  PSALM    CXIX. 

Ver.  67. 
6  Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  Rod, 
My  Feet  were  apt  to  ftray  y 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  Word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  Way. 

PSALM    119.    Fifteenth  Part* 
Holy   Refolutiotu, 
Ver.  93. 
1  r\  THAT  thy  Statutes  ev'ry  Hour 
^    Might  dwell  upon  my  Mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  miick'nmg  Pow'r, 
And  daily  Peace  I  find. 

Ver.  15,  16. 
*  To  meditate  thy  Precepts,  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  Employ  5 
My  Soul  mail  ne'er  forget  thy  Word, 
Thy  Word  is  all  my  Joy. 
Ver.  32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  Commands, 

If  thou  my  Heart  difcharge 
From  Sin  and  Satan's  hateful  Chains, 
And  fet  my  Feet  at  large  ! 
Ver.  13,  46. 

4  My  Lips  with  Courage  (hall  declare 

Thy  Statutes  and  thy  Name  ; 
I'll  fpeak  thy  Word,  though  Kings  fhould  hear, 
Nor  yield  to  finful  Shame. 

Ver.    61,  69,  70. 

5  Let  Bands  of  Perfecutors  rife 

To  rob  me  of  my  Right  \ 
Let  Pride  and  Malice  forge  their  Lies, 
Thy  Law  is  my  Delight. 
Ver.    115. 

6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  Race, 

Whofe  Hands  and  Hearts  are  ill  \ 
I  love  my  G  O  p,  1  love  his  Ways, 
And  mult  obey  his  Will, 

PSALM 


PSALM     CXIX.  %i9 

PSALM    119.    Sixteenth  Part* 
Prayer  for  quickening  Grace* 
Ver,  45,  37. 

1  X/f  Y  Soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  Duft  } 
***     Lord,  give  me  Life  divine  j 
From  vain  JDefires,  and  ev'ry  Luft 

1  urn  off  thefe  Eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  th'  Influence  of  thy  Grace 

To  fpeed  me  in  thy  Way, 
Left  I  mould  loiter  in  my  Race, 
Or  turn  my  Feet  aftray. 
Ver.  107. 

3  When  fore  Afflictions  prefs  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  Pow'rs  j 
Thy  Word  that  I  have  refted  on, 
Shall  help  my  heavieft  Hours. 
Ver.  156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  Mercies  fbv'reign  ftill, 

And  thou  a  faithful  GOD? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  Zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  Road  ? 
Ver.  159,  40 

5  Does  not  my  Heart  thy  Precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thy  Face  t 
And  yet  how  flow  my  Spirits  move, 
Without  enlivening  Grace  ! 
Ver.   93. 

6  Then  (hall  I  love  thy  Gofpel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  Word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  Pow'f 
-To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM    119.     Seventeenth  Part. 

Courage  and  Per  fever  ance  under  Perfecuiion\  or, 

Grace  fhining  in  Difficulties  and  Trials* 

Ver.  143,  28. 

1  T^fHEN  Pain  and  Anguifti  feize  me,  Lord, 

All  my  Support  is  from  thy  Word  : 

My 


*3«  PSALM    CXIX. 

My  Soul  diflfolves  for  Heavinefs  j 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength'ning  Grace. 
Ver.   51,  69,   no. 

a  The  Proud  have  fram'd  their  Scoffs  and  Lies, 
They  watch  my  Feet  with  envious  Eyes, 
And  tempt  my  Soul  to  Snares  and  Sin  j 
Yet  thy  Commands  I  ne'er  decline. 
Ver.  161,  78. 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  Caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  Laws  j 
But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  Name, 
Till  Pride  and  Malice  die  with  Shame. 

PSALM  119.    Laft  Part. 
Sanfiified  Afflictions  j    or,  Dt light  in  the  Word 
of  God. 
Ver.  67.  59. 
1  p  AT  HER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  Hand  ; 
*•      How  kind  was  thy  chaftizing  Rod, 
That  forc'd  my  Confcience  to  a  Stand, 
And  hi  ought  my  wand'ring  Soul  to  G  O  D  ! 
a  Foolifti  and  vain  I  went  aftray 
E'er  I  had  felt  thy  Scourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  Guide,  and  loft  my  Way, 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  Word. 
Ver.  71. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  Yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell  j 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  Stroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  Statutes  well. 

Ver.  72. 

4  The  Law  that  iflues  from  thy  Mouth, 
Shall  raife  my  chearful  Paflions  more 
Than  all  the  Treafures  of  the  South, 
Or  Wejiern  Hills  of  golden  Ore. 

Ver.  73. 

5  Thy  Hands  have  made  my  mortal  Frame, 
Thy  Spirit  form'd  my  Soul  within  \ 

'    V  *  Teach 


PULM    CXX.  a3t 

Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  Name, 
And^uard  me  fafe  from  Death  and  Sin. 
Ver.  74. 
6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 
At  mv  Salvation  (hall  rejoice  j 
For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  Wordj 
And  made  thy  Grace  my  only  Choice, 

PSALM    lio. 

Complaint  of  quarrelfome  Neighbours;  or,  A  devm 
Wijh  for  Peace. 

1  T^HOU  GOD  of  Love,  thou  ever- bleftg 
-*•      Pity  my  fuffring  State  $ 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  Soul  at  Reft, 
From  Lips  that  love  Deceit  ? 
a  Hard  Lot  of  mine  !  My  Days  are  caft 
Among  the  Sons  of  Strife, 
Whofe  never-ceafing  Brawlings  wafte 
My  golden  Hours  of  Life. 

3  O  might  I  fly  to  change  my  Place, 

How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 
In  fome  wild  lonefome  Wildernefs, 
And  leave  thefe  Gates  of  Hell  X 

4  Peace  is  the  Blefling  that  I  feeK, 

How  lovely  are  its  Charms  ! 
I  am  for  Peaces  but  when  I  fpeak. 
They  all  declare  for  Arms. 

5  New  Pafiions  ftill  their  Souls  engage, 

And  keep  their  Malice  ftrong : 
What  (hall  be  done  to  curb  thy  Rage, 
O  thou  devouring  Tongue  ! 

6  Should  burning  Arrows  fmite  them  through, 

Strict  Juftice  would  approve  j 
But  I  had  rather  fpare  my  Foe, 
And  melt  his  Heart  with  Love. 

PSALM 


*3*  PSALM    CXXL 

PSALM  in.  Long  Metre. 
Divine  Protection. 

jTTP  to  the  Hills  I  lift  mine  Eyes, 

u   Th*  eternal  Hills  beyond  the  Skies ; 
Thence  all  her  Help  my  Soul  derives  j 
There  my  Almighty  Refuge  lies. 

a  He  lives  j  the  everlafting  GOD, 
That  built  the  World,  that  fpread  the  Flood  j 
The  Heav'ns,  with  all  their  Hofts,  he  mnde, 
And  the  dark  Regions  of  the  Dead. 

$  He  guides  our  Feet,  he  guards  our  Way  j 
His  Morning  Smiles  blefs  all  the  Day  j 
He  fpreads  the  Ev'ning  Veil,  and  keeps 
The  filent  Hours,  while  //»/  fleeps, 

4  Ifr^elj  a  Name  divinely  bleft, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  reft  ; 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  Eyes 
Admit  no  Slumber  nor  Surprize. 

5  No  Sun  (hall  (mite  thy  Head  by  Day, 
Nor  the  pale  Moon  with  fickly  Ray 
Shall  blatt  thy  Couch  ;  no  baleful  Star 
Dart  his  malignant  Fire  fo  far. 

6  Should  Earth  and  Hell  with  Malice  burn, 
Still  thou  (halt  go,  and  ftill  return 

Safe  in  the  Lord  ;  his  heav'nly  Care 
Defends  thy  Life  from  ev'ry  Snare. 
j  On  thee  foul  Spirits  have  no  PowY  j 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  Hour, 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  Road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  GOD, 

P  SALM    in.  Common  Metre. 
Prefewation   by  Day  and  Night. 

i  HPO  Heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  Eyes  j 
•*•      There  all  my  Hopes  are  laid  :    . 
The  Lord,  that  built  the  Earth  and  Skies, 
Is  my  perpetual  Aid, 

i  Their 


PSALM    CXXI.  *33 

a  Their  Feet  (hall  never  Hide  to  fall, 
Whom  he  defigns  to  keep ; 
His  Ear  attends  the  fofteft  Call ; 
His  Eyes  <jan  never  fleep. 

3  He  will  fuftain  our  weakeft  Pow'rs 

With  his  Almighty  Arm, 
And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  Hours 
Againft  furprifing  Harm. 

4  Ifrel  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  Keeper  is  the  Lord  5 
His  wakeful  Eyes  employ  his  Pow'r 
For  thine  eternal  Guard. 

5  Nor  fcorching  Sun,  nor  fickly  Moon, 

Shall  have  his  Leave  to  fmite  ; 
He  fliields  thy  Head  from  burning  Noon, 
From  blafting  Damps  at  Night, 

6  He  guards  thy  Soul,  he  keeps  thy  Breath, 

Where  thickeft  Dangers  come  ; 
Go  and  return,  fecure  from  Death, 
T'\  GOD  commands  thee  Home, 

PSALM     szi.    As  the  148th  Pfalra, 

God  our  Prefer<ver. 

,  T  t  P  W  A  R  D  I  lift  mine  Eyes, 

V     From  G  O  D  is  all  my  Aid  ; 
.    The  GOD  that  built  the  Skiejs, 
And  Earth_aifd  Natrrre^ftaeTe  3 
GjQrp7s^h€^Tow^-— — 
'     '  Towhlch  I  fly  ; 
His  Grace  is  nigh 
-  In  eylr-y-Hour. 
a  My  Feet  (hall  never  Hide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  Snares, 
Since  GOD,  my  Guard  and  Guide, 
Defe nd|NBfi£from  mv  Fears. 
Tho4  WaK^ul  Eyes 
That  never  tleep, 

\  Shall 


a34.  PSALM    CXXIL 


Shall  Ifr'el  keep, 
When  Dangers  rife. 

3  No  burning  Heats  by  Day, 
Nor  Blafts  of  Evening  Air, 
Shall  take  my  Health  away, 
If  G  O  D  be  with  me  there  j 

Thou  art  my  Sun, 
And  thou  my  Shade, 
To  guard  my  Head 
By  Night  or  Noon. 

4  Haft  thou  not  giv'n  thy  Word 
To  fave  my  Soul  from  Death  f 
And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  Breath  j 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die. 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  Home. 


PSALM    in.    Common  Mftre. 
Going  to   Church. 
i  TJJ  O  W  did  my  Heart  rejoice  to  hear 
**    My  Fiiends  devoutly  fay, 
"  In  Sion  let  us  all  appear^ 
"  And  keep  the  folemn  Day  /" 
a  I  love  her  Gates,  I  love  the  Road  j 
The  Church  adorn'd  with  Grace, 
Stands  like  a  Palace  built  for  GOD 
To  mew  his  milder  Face. 
\  Up  to  her  Courts  with  Joys  unknown 
The  holy  Tribes  repair  $ 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  Throne, 
And  fits  in  Judgment  there. 
4.  He  hears  our  Praifes  and  Complaints  j 
And  while  his  awful  Voice 
Divides  the  Sinners  from  the  Saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice, 

5  Peace 


PSALM    CXXIL  £31 

5  Peace  be  within  thisfacred  Place, 
And  Joy  a  conftant  Gueft  ; 
With  holy  Gifts  and  heav'nly  Grace 
Be  her  Attendants  bleft ! 
£  My  Soul  (hall  pray  for  Sion  (till, 
While  Life  or  Breath  remains  ; 
There  my  beft  Friends,  my  Kindred  dwell, 
There  GOD  my  Saviour  reigns. 

. 
PSALM    its.    Proper  Tune. 

Going  to  Church, 

i  IT  O  W  pleasM  and  bleft  was  I 
n    To  hear  the  People  cry, 
■«  Come,  let  us  feek our  GOD  to  Day  j? 

Yes,  with  a  chearful  Zeal 

We  hafte  to  Sion's  Hill, 
And  there  our  Vows  and  Honours  pay. 
a  Sien,  thrice  happy  Place, 

Adorn'd  with  wondYous  Grace, 
And  Walls  of  Strength  embrace  thee  round  j 

In  thee  our  Tribes  appear, 

To  pray,  and  praife,  and  kear 
The  facred  Gofpel's  joyful  Sound. 
3  There  David's  greater  Son 

Has  fix'd  his  Royal  Throne, 
He  fits  for  Grace  and  Judgment  there ; 

He  bids  the  Saint  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  Sinner  fad, 
And  humble  Souls  rejoice  with  Fear. 
4.  May  Peace  attend  thy  Gate, 

And  Joy  within  thee  wait, 
To  blefs  the  Soul  of  every  Gueft  ! 

The  Man  that  feeks  thy  Peace, 

And  wifhes  thine  Increafe, 
A  thoufand  Bleflings  on  him  reft  ! 

L  5My 


a35  PSALM    CXXIV. 

5  My  Tongue  repeats  her  Vows, 

Peace  to  this  /acred  Houfe  ! 
For  there  my  Friends  and  Kindred  dwell  j 

And  fince  my  glorious  GOD 

Makes  thee  his  belt  Abode, 
My  Soul  fhall  ever  love  thee  well. 

[Repeat  the  $tb  Stanzaf  to  complete  the  Tune.] 

PSALM     123. 

pleading  nvith  Submiffion. 

j  f*\  Thou  whofe  Grace  and  Juftice  reign, 
*~    Enthron'd  above  the  Skies, 
To  Thee  our  Hearts  would  tell  their  Pain, 
To  Thee  we  lift  our  Eyes. 
*  As  Servants  watch  their  Mailer's  Hand, 
And  fear  the  angry  Stroke  ; 
Or  Maids  before  their  Miftrefs  ftand, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  Look  : 

3  So  for  our  Sins  we  juftly  feel 

Thy  Difcipline,  O  GOD 3 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  Moment  ftill, 
Till  thou  remove  thy  Rod. 

4  Tho'e  that  in  Wealth  and  Pleafure  live, 

Our  daily  Groans  deride, 
And  thy  Delays  of  Mercy  give 
Fiefh 'Courage  to  their  Pride. 

5  Our  Foes  infult  us,  but  our  Hope 

In  thy  Compaffion  lies  } 
This  Thought  (hall  bear  our  Spirits  up, 
That  GOD  will  not  defpife. 

PSALM     124. 
A  Song  for  the  $tb  of  November. 

7  TJ  A  D  not  the  Lord,  may  Ifr'el  fay,    *  L 

•*■"*  Had  not  the  Lord  maintained  our  Side, 

When 


PSALM    CXXV.  437 

When  Men,  to  make  our  Lives  a  Prey, 
Rofe  like  the  Swelling  ef  the  Tide  : 
*  The  fwelling  Tide  had  ftopt  our  Breath, 
So  fiercely  did  the  Waters  roll, 
We  had  been  fwallow'd  deep  in  Death  ,- 
Proud  Waters  had  o'erwhelm'd  our  Soul. 

3  We  leap  for  Joy,  we  fhout  and  fing, 
Who  juft  efcap'd  the  fatal  Stroke  j 

So  flies  the  Bird  with  chearful  Wing, 
When  once  the  Fowler's  Snare  is  broke. 

4  For  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  Fowler's  curfed  Snare, 
Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  Sword, 
And  made  our  Lives  and  Souls  his  Care. 

5  Our  Help  is  in  Jebo-vab*s  Name, 

Who  form'd  the  Earth,  and  built  the  Skies  t 
He  that  upholds  that  wond'rous  Frame, 
Guards  his  own  Church  with  watchful  Eyes. 

PSALM     125.    Common  Metre. 

The  Saints  Trial  and  Safety, 

1  TjNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  Hill, 
*-'     And  firm  as  Mountains  be, 
Firm  as  a  Rock  the  Soul  fhall  reft 
That  leans,  O  Lord,  on  Thee. 
a  Not  Walls  nor  Hills  could  guard  fo  well 
Old  Salem's  happy  Ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  Arms  of  Love 
Thatev'ry  Saint  furround. 

3  While  Tyrants  are  a  fmarting  Scourge 

To  drive  them  near  to  G  O  D, 
Divine  Compaffion  does  allay 
The  Fury  of  the  Rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  Souls  fincere, 

And  lead  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  Gates  of  Paradife, 
Where  Chrift  their  Lord  is  gone. 

La  5  But 


*1%  PSALM    CXXVL 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  Ways 
That  the  old  Serpent  drew, 
The  Wrath  that  drove  him  firft  to  Hell 
Shall  fmite  his  Foll'wers  too. 

PSALM    iz5.     Short  Metre. 

The  Saints  Trial  and  Safety ;  or,  moderated  Affiidions. 

i  T^IRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 
r     That  reft  their  Souls  on  G  O  D  j 
Firm  as  the  Mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  the  Ark  abode. 
a  As  Mountains  Hood  to  guard 
The  City's  facred  Ground, 
So  GOD,  and  his  Almighty  Love, 
Embrace  his  Saints  around. 

3  What  though  a  Father's  Rod 

Drop  a  chaftifing  Stroke, 
Yet  left  it  wound  their  Souls  too  deep, 
Its  Fury  fhall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 

Whofe  Faith  and  pious  Fear, 
Whofe  Hope,  and  Love,  and  evVy  Grace 
Proclaim  their  Hearts  fincere. 

5  Nor  fhall  the  Tyrant's  Rage 

Too  long  opprefs  the  Saint  ; 
The  G  O  D  of  Ifr'el  wilt  fupport 
His  Children,  left  they  faint. 

6  But  if  our  flavifti  Fear 

Will  chufe  the  Road  to  Hell, 
We  muft  expecl:  our  Poition  there, 
Where  bolder  Sinners  dwell. 

PSALM    126.    Long  Metre. 
Surprifing  Deliverance. 
1  W  H  E  N  GOD  reftor'd   our  captive  State, 
Joy  was  eur  Song,  and  Grace  our  Theme  j 

The 


PSALM    CXXVI.  a  39 

The  Grace  beyond  our  Hopes  fo  great, 
That  Joy  appear'd  a  painted  Dream, 
t  The  Scoffer  owns  thy  Hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  Honours  to  thy  Name  j 
While  we  with  Pleafure  fhout  thy  Praife, 
With  chearful  Notes  thy  Love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review  our  difmal  Fears, 
'Twas  hard  to  think  they  vanifh'd  fo  3 
With  GOD  we  left  our  flowing  Tears> 
He  makes  our  Joys  like  Rivers  flow. 

4  The  Man  that  in  his  furrow'd  Field, 
His  fcatter'd  Seed  with  Sadnefs  leaves, 
Will  fhout  to  fee  the  Harveft  yield 

A  welcome  Load  of  joyful  Sheaves. 

PSALM    i*6.    Common  Metre. 

The  Joy  of  a  remarkable  Conner/ton  j  or,  Melan* 
cholj  removed. 

1  "IXfHEN  GOD  re veal'd  his  gracious  Name* 
*y      And  chang'd  my  mournful  State, 
My  Rapture  feem'd  a  pleafing  Dream, 
The  Grace  appear'd  fo  great. 
#  The  World  beheld  the  glorious  Change, 
And  did  thy  Hand  confefs  : 
My  Tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  Strains, 
And  fung  furprifing  Grace. 

3  Great  is  the  Work,  my  Neighbours  cry'd, 

And  own'd  the  Power  divine  5 
Great  is  the  Work,  my  Heart  reply'd, 
And  be  the  Glory  thine. 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  Skies, 

Ca»  give  us  Day  for  Night ; 
Make  Drops  of  facred  Sorrow  rife 
To  Rivers  of  Delight. 

5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  Sadnefs  wait 

Till  the  fair  Harveft  come, 

L  3  They 


I 


140  PSALM    CXXVII. 

They  fliaM  confefs  their  Sheaves  are  great, 

And  (hout  theBleflings  home. 
6  Though  Seed  lie  bury'd  long  in  Dull, 

It  {han't  deceive  their  Hope  j 
The  precious  Grain  can  n**er  be  loft, 

For  Grace  infures  the  Crop. 

PSALM    117.    Long  Metre. 
The  Bhjfing  of  God  on  the  Bujinefs  and  Comforts  of 
Life. 
F  GOD  fucceed  nor,  all  the  Coft 
And  Pains  to  buiid  the  Houfe  are  loft, 
If  G  OD  the  City  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  Guards  as  well  may  fleep. 

2  What  if  you  rife  befoi  e  the  Sun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  Day  i^  done, 
Careful  and  fparingeat  your  Bread, 
To  fhun  that  Poverty  you  dread. 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  till  GOD  hath  bleft  j 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  Reft  ; 
Children  and  Friends  are  Blefllngs  too, 
If  GOD  ourSovreign  make  them  fo. 

4  Happy  the  Man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  Children,  faithful  Friends  I 
How  fweet  our  daily  Comforts  prove 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  Love  I 

PSALM    127.    Common  Metre. 
GOD  all  in  all. 

1  T  F  GOD  to  build  the  Heufe  deny, 
■■■     The  Builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  Towns  without  his  wakeful  Eye 

An  ufelefs  Watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  Morning  Beams  anfe, 

Your  painful  Work  renew, 
And  till  the  Stars  afcend  the  Skies, 
Your  tirefome  Toil  purfue, 

3  Short 


P  &A  L  M    CXXIX.  24* 

3  Short  be  your  Sleep,  and  coarfe  your  Fare  j 

In  vain,  till  G OD  has bleft  j 

But  if  his  Smiles  attend  your  Care,. 

You  (hall  have  Food  and  Reft. 

4  Nor  Children,  Relatives,  norFriendsr 

Shall  real  Bleflings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  Joys  he  fends, 
If  fent  without  his  Love. 

PSALM     1 28. 
Family  BleJJings. 

1  f\  HAPPY   Man,  whofe  Soulis  fiSl'd 
^    With  Zeal  and  rev'rend  Awe  ! 

His  Lips  to  G  O  D  their  Honours  yields 
His  Life  adorns  the  Law. 

2  A  careful  Providence  (hall  ftand 

And  ever  guard  thy  Head, 
Shall  on  the  Labours  of  thy  Hand 
Its  kindly  Bleflings  (hed. 

3  Thy  Wife  fhall  be  a  fruitful  Vine  5 

Thy  Children  round  thy  Board, 
Each  like  a  Plant  of  Honour  fhine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  (hall  thy  beft  Hopes  fulfil 

For  Months  and  Years  to  come  ; 
The  Lord,  who  dwells  on  Sion"s  Hill, 
Shall  fend  thee  Bleflings  Home. 
3  This  is  the  Man  whofe  happy  Eyes 
Shall  fee  his  Houfe  increafe. 
Shall  fee  the  finking  Church  arife,. 
Then  leave  the  World  in  Peace. 

PSALM    129. 

Perfecutors  punijbed. 
j  TjP  from  my  Youth,  may  Ifr'el  fay, 
*"'     Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  Tears  j 
My  Griefs  were  conftant  as  the  Dzy* 
And  tedious  as  the  Years. 

L  4  %  Up 


H%  PSALM     CXXX, 

a  Up  from  my  Youth  I  bore  the  Rage 
Of  all  the  Sons  of  Strife  j 
Oft  they  aflail'd  my  riper  Age, 
But  not  deftroy'd  my  Life. 

3  Their  cruel  Plow  had  torn  my  Flefh 

With  Furrows  long  and  deep, 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  Wounds  afrefh. 
Nor  let  my  Sorrows  deep. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  Throne, 

And  with  impartial  Eye, 
Meafur'd  the  Mifchiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  Arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  Infolencefurpris'd 

To  hear  his  Thunders  roll  ! 
And  all  the  Foes  of  Sion  feiz'd 
With  Horror  to  the  Soul. 

6  Thus  fhall  the  Men  that  hate  the  Saints 

Be  blafted  from  the  Sky? 
Their  Glory  fades,  their  Courage  faints, 
And  all  their  Projects  die. 

7  [What  though  they  flourifh  tall  and  fair, 

They  have  no  Root  beneath  ; 
Their  Growth  (hall  periih  in  Defpair, 

And  lie  defpis'd  in  Death.] 
S  [So  Corn  that  on  the  Houfe-top  ftands, 

No  Hope  of  Harreft  gives  ; 
The  Reaper  ne'er  fhall  fill  his  Hands, 

Nor  Binder  fold  the  Sheaves. 
9  It  fprings  and  withers  on  the  Place  j 

No  Traveller  beftows 
A  Word  of  B  letting  on  the  Grafs, 

Nor  minds  it  as  he  goes.] 

PSALM    130.    Common  Metre. 

Pardoning  Grmce 

,  f\UT  of  the  Deeps  of  long  Diftrcfs, 
^    The  Borders  of  Defpa*r, 


Kent 


PSALM    CXXX,  »4S 

I  fent  my  Cries  to  feek  thy  Grace, 
My  Groans  to  move  thine  Ear. 
a  Great  GOD,  mould  thy  feverer  Eye, 
And  thine  impartial  Hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  Iniquity, 
No  mortal  Flefh  could  ftand. 
I  But  there  are  Pardons  with  my  GOD 
For  Crimes  of  high  Degree  j 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  Blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  J  hee. 

4  [I  wait  for  thy  Salvation,  Lord, 

With  ftrong  Defires  I  wait ; 
My  Soul,  invited  by  thy  Word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  Gafe.] 

5  [Juft  as  the  Guards  that  keep  the  Night, 

Long  for  the  Morning  Skies, 
Watch  the  fir  ft  Beams  of  breaking  Light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  Eyes  : 

6  So  waits  my  Soul  to  fee  thy  Grace, 

And  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  Op'nings  of  thy  Face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  Day.] 

7  [Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrel  truft, 

Let  Ifr'el  feek  his  Face  : 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  is  his  Grace. 
3  There's  full  Redemption  at  his  Throne 
For  Sinners  long  enflav'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son  : 
And  IfSel  mall  be  favU] 

PSALM   130.  Long  Metre, 
Pardoning  Grace, 

j  UROM deep Diftrefs and  troubled  Thoughts, 
r     To  Thee,  my  GO D,  I  rais'd  my  Cries  : 
If  thou  feverely  mark  our  Faults, 
No  Flefo  can  ftand  before  thine  Eyes. 

X.  5  a  But 


«44-  PSALM    CXXXII. 

a  But  Thou  haft  built  thy  Throne  of  Grace, 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  Pardons  there, 
That  Sinners  may  approach  thy  Face, 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  Pilgrims  wait, 
And  long  and  wifh  tor  breaking  Day, 
So  waits  my  Soul  before  thy  Gate  j 
When  will  myGOD  his  Face  difplay  ? 

4  My  Truft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  Word, 
Nor  (hall  I  truft  thy  Word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  Souls  addiefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  Relief  from  all  their  Pain. 

5  Great  is  his  Love,  and  large  his  Grace, 
Through  the  Redemption  of  his  Son  j 
He  turns  our  Feet  from  finful  Ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  Hands  have  donee 


I 


PSALM    131. 

Uumility  and  SubmiJJlon. 
S  there  Ambition  in  my  Heart  ? 
Search,  gracious  GOD,  and  fee  ; 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  Part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  Thee. 
*  I  charge  my  Thoughts,  be  humble  ftill* 
And  all  my  Carriage  mild, 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  Will, 
And  quiet  as  a  Child. 
3  The  patient  Soul,  the  lowly  Mind,. 
Shall  have  a  large  Reward  ; 
Let  Saints  in  Sorrow  lie  refign'd, 
And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM   132.    i>.  5,    13---18.  Long  Metre. 

At  the  Settlement  cf  a  Cburcb ;  or,  Ihe  Ordination 

of  a  Minifier. 
1  \X7  HERE  fhall  we  go  to  feek  and  find      ■ 
^*      Ami  Habitation  iur  our  GOD; 

A  Dwell 


PSALM    CXXXIL  HS 

A  Dwelling  for  th'  eternal  Mind, 
Amongft  the  Sons  of  Fle(h  and  Blood  } 

2  The  G  OD   of  Jacob  chofe  the  Hill 
Of  Sion  for  his  ancient  Reft  j 

And  Sion  is  his  Dwelling  ftill, 

His  Church  is  with  his  Prefence  bteft; 

3  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  Throne-, 
And  reign  for  ever,  faith  the  Lord  ; 
Here  (hall  my  Pow'r  and  Love  be  known, 
And  Bleffings  (hall  attend  my  Word. 

4  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  Poor, 
And  fill  their  Souls  with  living  Bread  j 
Sinners  that  wait  before  my  Door 
With  fweet  Provifions  mall  be  fed. 

5  Girded  with  Truth,  and  cbath'd  with  Grace, 
My  Priefts,  my  Minifters  mail  mine  3 

Not  Aaron,  in  his  coftly  Drefs, 
Made  an  Appearance  fo  divine. 

6  The  Saints,  unable  to  contain 

Their  inward  Joys,  (hall  (hout  and  fing, 
The  Son  of  David  here  (hall  reign, 
And  Sion  triumph  in  her  King. 

7  [Jefos  *hall  fee  a  num'rous  Seed, 
Born  here  fuphold  his  glorious  Name  | 
His  Crown  (hall  flourifti  on  his  Head, 
While  all  his  Foes  are  cloath'd  with  Shame.] 

PSALM  132.  a/.  4.,  5,  7,  8, 15--17.  Com.  Met, 

.  A  Church  eftablijked. 

1  'VT  O  Sleep  nor  Slumber  to  his  Eyes„ 
•*-^     Good  David  would  afford, 
Till  he  had  found  below  the  Skies 
A  Dwelling  for  the  Lord, 
1  The  Lord  in  Sion  placed  his  Name, 
His  Ark  was  fettled  there  ; 
To  Sion  the  whole  Nation  came^ 
To  woiftiip  thrice  a  Year, 

L  5  %2>2» 


»4«  PSALM    CXXXIII. 

3  But  we  have  no  fuch  Lengths  to  go, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  j 
Where-e'er  thy  Saints  aflemble  now, 
There  is  a Houfe  for  GOD. 

PAUSE. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  Grace,  arife, 

And  enter  to  thy  Reft  ; 
Lo  !  thy  Church  waits  with  longing  Eyes, 
Thws  to  be  own'd  and  bleft. 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  Train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  Word  ; 
All  that  the  Atk  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fuch  Grace  afford. 
$  Here,  mighty  GOD,  accept  our  Vows, 
Here  let  thy  Praife  be  fpread  : 
Blefs  the  Provifions  of  thy  Houfe, 
And  fill  thy  Poor  with  Bread. 
7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 
Let  G  O  D's  Anointed  mine  j 
Juftice  and  Truth  his  Court  maintain, 
With  Love  and  Pow'r  divine. 
I  Here  let  him  hold  a  lading  Throne, 
And  as  his  Kingdom  grows, 
Frefti  Honours  fhall  adorn  his  Crown, 
And  Shame  confound  his  Foes. 

PSALM    1 3 r  Common  Metre. 
Brotherly   Lo<ve. 
j  T    O,  what  an  entertaining  Sight 
•*-'  Are  Brethren  that  agree  ; 
Brethren,  whofe  chearful  Hearts  unite 
In  Bands  of  Piety. 
%  When  Streams  of  Love  from  Chrift  the  Spring 
Defcend  to  ev'ry  Soul, 
^nd  heavenly  Peace,  with  balmy  Wing 
'  Shades  and  bedews  the  Whole. 

3  Tis 


PSALM    CXXXIIL  **? 

3  'Tis  like  the  Oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  Head, 
The  trickling  Drops  perfum'd  his  Feet, 
And  o'er  his  Garments  fpread. 

4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  Morning  Dews 

That  fall  on  Stones  Hill, 
Where  GOD  his  mildeft  Glory  (hews, 
And  makes  his  Grace  diftil. 

P  S  A  L  M  133.    Short  Metre. 
Communion  of  Saints  5  or,  Love  and  Worjbip  in  a 

Family 
1  "D  L  E  S  T  are  the  Sons  of  Peace, 
*^     Whofe  Hearts  and  Hopes  are  one, 
Whofe  kind  Defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe, 
Through  all  their  Actions  run. 
a  Bleil  is  the  pious  Houfe, 

Where  Zeal  and  Friendship  meet, 
Their  Songs  of  Praife,  their  mingled  Vows 
Make  their  Communion  fweet. 

3  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  Head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  Perfume, 
The  Oil  through  all  his  Raiment  fpread, 
And  Pleafui  e  fiU'd  the  Roem. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  Hills, 

The  Saints  are  bleft  above, 
Where  Joy  like  Morning  Dew  diftiis, 


And  all  the  Air  is  Love. 

PSALM    133.     As  the  iaid  Pfaka, 

The  BleQings   of  Friendjbip, 
UOW  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 
■*•-*•    Kindred  and  Friends  agree, 
Each  in  their  proper  Station  move, 
And  each  fulfil  their  Part 
With  fympathizing  Heart, 
In  all  the  Cares  of  Life  and  Love  I 

a  'Tis 


a48  PSALM    CXXXV. 

a  'Tis  like  the  Ointment  fhed 

On  Aaron's  facred  Head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet  j 

The  Oil  through  all  the  Room 

Diffus'd  a  choice  Perfume, 
Ran  through  his  Robes,  and  bleft  his  Feet. 
3  Like  fruitful  Showr's  of  Rain 

That  water  all  the  Plain, 
Defcending  from  the  neighbouring  Hills  j 

Such  Streams  of  Pleaiure  roll 

Through  ev'ry  friendly  Soul, 
Where  Love  like  heav'nly  Dew  diftils. 
{Repeat  the  Jirjl.  Stanza,  to  complete,  the  Tune.} 

PSALM     134, 
Daily  and  Nightly  Devotion. 

1  VE  that  obey  th' immortal  King, 
*      Attend  his  holy  Place, 
Bow  to  the  Glories  of  his  Pow'r, 
And  blefs  his  wond'rous  Grace, 
a  Lift  up  your  Hands  by  Morning-Light, 
And  (end  your  Souls  on  high  ; 
Raife  your  admiring  Thoughts  by  Night 
Above  the  ftarry  Sky. 
3  The  G  O  D  of  Sion  chears  our  Hearts 
With  Rays  of  quick'ning  Grace  j 
The  GOD  that  fpreads  the  Heav'ns  abroad, 
And  rules  the  fwelling  Seas. 

PSALM     135,  1--4,  14,  19-ai.   Firji  Part. 
Long  Metre. 

The  Church  is  God\r  Houfe  and  Care.. 
1  pRAISE  ye  the  Lord;  exalt  his  Name, 
•*■       While  in  his  holy  Courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  Saints,  that  to  his  Houfe  belong, 
Or  ftand  attending  at  his  Gate. 

2  Praife 


PSALM    CXXXV.  a49 

a  Praife  ye  the  Lord  5  the  Lord  is  good  | 
To  praife  his  Name  is  fvveet  Employ  j 
Iff  el  he  chofe  of  old,  and  (till 
His  Church  is  his  peculiar  Joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  Saints  ; 
He  treats  his  Servants  as  his  Friends ; 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  Complaints, 
Repents  the  Sorrows  that  he  fends. 

4  Through  every  Age  the  Lord  declares 

His  Name,  and  breaks  th'  Oppreflbr's  Rod  ; 
He  gives  his  fufPring  Servants  Reft, 
And  will  be  known  Th"  Almighty  GOD. 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  Love, 
People  and  Priefts  exalt  his  Name, 
Amongft  his  Saints  he  ever  dwells  j 

His  Church  is  his  Jerufalem. 

PSALM    135.    Ver.  5— is.    Second  Part. 

The  Works  of  Creation,  Providence,  Redemption  of 
Ifrael,  and  Dejlruclion  of  Enemies. 

1  r*R  E  AT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
^    Above  all  Pow'rs,  and  every  Throne  5 
Whate'er  he  pleafe  in  Earth  or  Sea, 
Or  Heav'n,  or  Hell,  his  Hand  hath  done. 

%  At  his  Command  the  Vapours  rife, 
The  Lightnings  flam,  the  Thunders  roar  5 
He  pours  the  Rain,  he  brings  the  Wind 
And  Tempeft  from  his  airy  Store. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  Tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt,  through  thy  ftubborn  Land  j 
When  all  thy  firft-born,  Beafts  and  Men 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  Hand. 

4  What  mighty  Nations,  mighty  Kings, 
He  flew,  and  their  whole  Country  gave 
To  Iff  el,  whom  his  Hand  redeem'd, 

*    No  more  to, fee  proud  Pharaoh^  Slave  i 

5  His 


aSo  PSALM    CXXXV. 

5  His  Pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  Grace, 
That  faves  us  from  the  Hofts  of  Hell ; 
And  Heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poffefs, 
Whence  thofe  apoftate  Angels  fell. 
PSALM    135.    Common  Metre. 
Pratfe  due  to  GOD,   not  to  Idols. 
1    AWAKE,  ye  Saints:  To  praife  your  King 
■**■     Your  fweetert  Paffions  raife, 
Your  pious  Pleafure,  while  you  fing, 
Increafmg  with  the  Praife. 
a  Great  is  the  Lord  ;    and  Works  unknown 
Are  his  divine  Employ  j 
But  {till  his  Saints  are  near  his  Throne, 
His  Treafure  and  his  Joy. 
3  Heav'n,  Earth,  and  Sea  confefs  his  Hand  $ 
He  bids  the  Vapours  rile  j 
Lightning  and  Storm  at  his  Command 
Sweep  through  the  founding  Skies. 
4.  All  PowY  that  Gods  or  Kings  have  claim'd 
Is  found  vsith  him  alone  5 
But  Heathen  Gods  fhould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jeho<vab,s,  kn  wn. 

5  Which  of  the  Stocks  or  Stones   they  truft 

Can  give  them  Show'rs  of  Rain  ? 
In  vain  the)  worfhip  glitt'ring  Duft, 
And  pray  to  Gold  in  vain. 

6  [Their  Gods  have  Tongues  that  cannot  talk, 

Such  as  their  Makers  gave  : 
Their  Feet  were  ne'er  defign'd  to  walk  j 
Nor  Hands  have  Pow'r  to  fave. 
f  Blind  are  their  Eyes,  their  Ears  are  deaf, 
Nor  hear  when  Mortals  pray  5 
Mortals,  that  wait  for  their  Relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 
S  O  Britain!   know  thy  living  GOD, 
Seive  him  with  Faith  and  Fear  j 
He  makes  thy  Churches  his  Abode, 
And  claims  thine  Honours  there 

PSALM 


PSALM    CXXXVI,  s5i 

PSALM    13$.    Common  Metre. 

GodV  Wonders  of  Creation,  Providence ',  Redemption 
of  Ifrael,  «m/  Salvation  of  bis  People, 

3  p»  I V  E  Thanks  to  G  O  D,  the  fev'reign  Lordf 
***  His  Mercies  ftill  endure, 
And  be  the  King  of  Kings  ador'd  : 
His  Truth  is  ever  fure. 
a  What  Wonders  hath  his  Wifdom  done ! 
Hovj  mighty  is  his  Hand ! 
Heav'n,  Earth,  and  Sea  he  fram*d  alone  3 
Hovj  vjide  is  his  Command  ! 

3  The  Sun  fupplies  the  Day  with  Light  5 

Hotv  bright  his  Counfels  Jhine  ! 
The  Moon  and  Stars  adorn  the  Night  s 
His  Works  are  all  divine. 

4  [He  ftruck  the  Sons  of  Egypt  dead  : 

Hovj  dreadful  is  his  Rod  ! 
And  thence  with  Joy  his  People  led  : 
Hovj  gracious  is  our  GOD! 

5  He  cleft  the  fweiling  Sea  in  two  i 

His  Arm  is  great  in  Might ; 
And  gave  the  Tribes  a  Paflage  through  j 
His  Povj'r  and  Grace  unite* 

6  But  Pharaohs  Army  there  he  drown'd } 

Hovj  glorious  are  bis  Ways  f 
And  brought  his  Saints  through  defart  Grounds 
Eternal  be  his  Braife. 

7  Great  Monarchs  fell  beneath  his  Hand : 

ViSlorious  is  his  Svjord  ; 
While  Ifr'el  took  the  promis'd  Land  : 
And  faithful  is  his  Word.} 

8  He  faw  the  Nations  dead  in  Sin  ; 

He  felt  his  Pity  move  j 
How  fad  the  State  the  World  was  in  j 
Hotv  boundlefs  vugs  his  Love  ! 

«  He 


*5*  PSALM    CXXXVI. 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  Woe  j 
His  Goodnefs  never  fails ; 
From  Death  and  Hell,  and  every  Foe  j 
And  fiill  bis  Grace  prevails. 
io  Give  Thanks  to  GOD,   the  heavenly  King  j 
His  Mercies  fill  endure  ; 
Let  the  whole  Earth  his  Praifes  fing  j 
His  Truth  is  ever  jure* 

PSALM    136.    As  the  148th  PfaJm. 
l  f;1VE  Thanks  to  G  O  D  moll  high, 
VT    The  univerfal  Lord  ; 
The  fov'reign  King  of  Kings  j 
Arid  be  his  Grace  ador'd. 

His  Poitfr  and  Grace 

Are  fill  the  fame } 

And  let  his  Name- 

Have  endltfs  Praife. 
a  How  mighty  is  his  Hand  ! 
What  Wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  fornVd  the  Earth  and  Seas, 
And  fpread  the  Heavens  alone. 

Thy  Mercy ,  Lord, 

Shall  fill  endure  ; 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  Word, 

3  His  Wifdom  fram'd  the  Sun 
To  crown  the  Day  with  Light  j 
The  Moon  and  twinkling  Stars 
To  chear  the  darkfome  Night. 

His  Povo'r  and  Grace 
Are  fill  the  fame  j 
And  let  his  Name 
Have  endlefs  Praife* 

4  [He  fmote  the  firft-born  Sons, 
The  Flow'r  of  Egypt,  dead  5 
And  thence  his  chofen  Tribes 
With  Joy  and  Glery  led. 


PSALM    CXXXVI.  *# 

Thy  Mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  fill  endure  s 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  tby  Word. 

5  His  Pow'r  and  lifted  Rod 
Cleft  the  Red-Sea  in  two  3 
And  for  his  People  made 

A  wond'rous  Paffage  through. 
His  PovSr  and  Grace 
Are  jftill  the  fame  j 
And  let  hi j  Name 
Have  endlejs  Praife* 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  Hoft  he  drown'd  j 
And  brought  his  Ifr'el  fafe 
Through  a  long  defart  Ground. 

Thy  Mercy,  Lord, 
Sb'atl  fill  endure  j 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  Word.} 

PAUSE. 

7  The  Kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  Hand  5 
While  his  own  Servants  took 
Potfeffion  of  their  Land. 

His  Poiv'rand  Grace 
Are  fill  the  fame  } 
And  let  his  Name 
Have  endlefs  Praife. 

8  He  faw  the  Nations  He 
All  perifhing  in  Sin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  State 
The  ruin'd  World  was  in. 

Tby  Mercy ,  Lord, 
Shall  fill  endure  1 
And  ever  fure 
Abides  thy  Word, 


*34  PSALM    CXXXVL 

9  He  fent  his  only  Son 
To  fave  us  from  our  Woe, 
Ffom  Satan,  Sin  and  Death, 
And  every  hurtful  Foe, 

His  Po<w*r  and  Grace 

Are  fiill  the  fame ; 

And  let  bit  Name 

Have  endlefs  Praife, 
16  Give  Thanks  aloud  to  GOD, 
To  G  O  D  the  heav'nly  King  j 
And  let  the  fpacious  Earth 
Bis  Works  and  Glories  fxng. 

Thy  Mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  fill  endure; 

And  ever  Cure 

Abides  thy  Word. 

PSALM  136.    Abridged.   Long  Metre. 
1  r>  I V  E  to  our  G  O  D  immortal  Praife  I 

^  Mercy  and  Truth  are  all  his  Ways} 

Wonders  of  Grace  to  G  O  D  belong, 

Repeat  his  Mercies  in  your  Song. 
t  Give  to  the  Lord  of  Lords  Renown, 

The  King  of  Kings  with  Glory  crown  j 

His  Mercies  ever  fh all  endure, 

When  Lords  and  Kings  are  known  no  more, 
j  He  built  the  Earth,  he  fpread  the  Sky, 

And  fix'd  the  ftarry  Lights  on  high : 

Wonders  of  Grace  to  GOD  belong, 

Repeat  his  Mercies  in  your  Song. 

4  He  fills  the  Sun  with  Morning  Light, 
He  bids  the  Moon  direct  the  Night: 
His  Mercies  ever  /hall  endure, 

When  Suns  and  Moons  (hall  (hine  no  more. 

5  The  Jews  be  freed  from  Pharaoh's  Hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promised  Land  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  GOD  belong, 
Repeat  his  Mercies  in  your  Song. 

r  6  Ht 


psalm  cxxxvirr.  »5$ 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  m  Sin, 
And  felt  his  Pity  work  within  s 
His  Mercies  e<v<;r  (ball  endure, 

Wh:n  Death  and  Sin  fliall  reign  no  more, 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  Pow'r  to  fave 
From  Guilt  and  Darknefs,  and  the  Grave  j 
Wonders  of  Grace  to  GOD  belong, 

Repeat  bis  Mercies  in  your  Song, 

8  Through  this  vain  World  he  guides  our  Feet^ 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  Seat ; 

His  Mercies  ever  Jb all  endure, 

When  this  vain  World  ihall  be  m  more* 

PSALM    13S. 
Refioring  and  Preferring  Grace. 
[1  TX7ITH  all  my  Pow'rs  of  Heart  and  Tongue 
**    I'll  praife  my  Maker  in  my  Song : 
Angels  fhall  hear  the  Notes  I  raife, 
Appreve  the  Song,  and  join  the  Praife. 
a  Angels  that  make  thy  Church  their  Care, 
Shall  witnefs  my  Devotion  there, 
While  holy  Zeal  directs  my  Eyes, 
To  thy  fair  Temple  in  the  Skies.] 

3  Til  fing  thy  Truth  and  Mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  fing  the  Wonders  of  thy  Word  j 
Not  all  thy  Works  and  Names  below, 
So  much  thy  Pow'r  and  Glory  (how. 

4  To  GOD  I  cry'd,  when  Troubles  rofe ; 
He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  Foes  j 
He  did  my  riling  Fears  controul, 

And  Strength  diffus'd  through  all  my  Soul. 

5  The  G  O  D  of  Heav'n  maintains  his  State, 
Frowns  on  the  Proud,  and  fcorns  the  Great  j 
But  from  his  Throne  defcends  to  fee 

The  Sons  of  humble  Poverty. 
4  Amidft  a  thoufand  Snares  I  ftand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  bv  thy  Hand  s 

Thy 


tS6  PSALM    CXXXIX. 

Thy  Words  my  fainting  Soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  Faith  alive. 
7  Grace  will  complete  what  Grace  begin*, 
To  fave  from  Sorrows,  or  from  Sins  : 
The  Work  that  Wifdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  Mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

P  9  A  L  M  139.    FirfiPart.    Long  Metre. 
¥he  All-feeing  GOD. 

1  T  ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro' ; 

*-*  Thine  Eye  commands  with  piercing  View 

My  rifing  and  my  refting  Hours, 

My  Heart  and  Flefh,  with  all  their  Pow'rs. 
*  My  Thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 

Are  to  my  G  O  D  diftinttly  known  ;    , 

He  knows  the  Words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 

E'er  from  my  op'ning  Lips  they  break. 
3  Within  thy  circling  Pow'r  I  ftand, 

On  every  Side  I  find  thy  Hand  : 

Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  GOD. 
4.  Amazing  Knowledge,  vaft  and  great ! 

What  large  Extent !  What  lofty  Height! 

My  Soul,  with  all  the  Pow'rs  I  boaft, 

Is  in  the  boundlefs  Profpecl  loft. 

5  O  may  th§fe  Thoughts  pojftfs  my  £reaft 
Where-e^er  I  rove ,  ixihere-e'er  I  refi ! 
Nor  let  my  weaker  PaJJiont  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  for  GOD  is  there. 

PAUSE    I. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  Service,  and  thy  Love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  Prefence  ftiun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  Glory  run  ? 

7  If  up  to  Heav'n  I  take  my  Flight; 

*Tis  there  thou  dwell'it  enthron'd  in  Light : 

Or 


P  SALM    CXXXIX.  %S7 

Or  dive  to  Hell,  there  Vengeance  reigRS, 

And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  Chains. 
8  If,  mounted  on  a  Morning-Ray, 

I  fly  beyond  the  Wejiern  Sea, 

Thy  fwifter  Hand  would  firft  arrive, 

And  there  arreft  thy  Fugitive. 
•9  Or  mould  I  try  to  fhun  thy  Sight 

Beneath  the  fpreadrng  Veil  of  Night, 

One  Glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  Ray, 

Would  kindle  Darknefs  into  Day. 
to  O  may  thefe  Thoughts  fojfefs  my  Brea/t, 

Where -e'er  I  ro<ve,  where- e^er  I  rejil 

Nor  let  my  weaker  Pajfions  dare 

Confent  to  Jin,  for  GOD  is  there. 
PAUSE    II. 
11  The  Veil  of  Night  is  no  Difguife, 

No  Screen  from  thy  All-fearching  Eyes  \ 

Thy  Hand  can  feize  thy  Foes  as  foon 

Through  Midnight  Shades  as  blazing  Noon* 
ja  Midnight  and  Noon  in  this  agree, 

Great  GOD,  they're  both  alike  to  Thee ; 

Not  Death  can  hide  what  GOD  will  fpy, 

And  Hell  lies  naked  to  his  Eye. 
13  0  may  thefe  Thoughts  poffefs  my  Breafts 

Where-e'erl  rove,  where- eyer  I  reft  I 

Nor  let  my  weaker  Paffions  dare 

Confent  to  fin>  for  G  O  D  is  there. 

PSALM  139.    Second  Part.    Long  Metre., 

The  wonderful  Formation  of  Man. 

s  'HP  WAS  from  thy  Hand,  my  GOD,  I  came, 

•*•    A  Work  of  fuch  a  curious  Frame  j 

In  me  thy  fearful  Wonders  mine, 

.  And  each  proclaim  thy  Skill  divine. 

s.  Thine  Eyes  did  all  my  Limbs  furvey, 

Which  yet  in  dark  Confufion  lay  \ 

Thou 


&58  PSALM    CXXXIX. 

Thou  faw'ft  the  daily  Growth  they  took* 
Formed  by  the  Model  of  thy  Book. 

3  By  Thee  my  growing  Parts  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  Counfels  franVd, 
The  breathing  Lungs,  the  beating  Heart, 
Was  copy'd  with  unerring  Art. 

4  At  laft,  to  (hew  my  Maker's  Name, 
GOD  ftamp'd  his  Image  on  my  Frame, 
And  in  fome  unknown  Moment  join'd 
The  finifh'd  Members  to  the  Mind. 

5  There  the  young  Seeds  of  Thought  began, 
And  all  the  Paflions  of  the  Manj 

Great  G  O  D,  our  infant  Nature  payj 
Immortal  Tribute  to  thy  Praife. 
PAUSE. 

6  Lord,  fince  in  my  advancing  Age 
I've  acled  on  Life's  bufy  Stage, 

Thy  Thoughts  of  Love  to  me  furmount 
The  Pow'r  of  Numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  could  furvey  the  Ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  Sand  that  makes  the  Shore, 
Before  my  fwifteft  Thoughts  could  trace 
The  num'rous  Wonders  of  thy  Grace. 
S  Thefe  on  my  Heart  are  ftill  impreft, 
With  thefe  I  give  my  Eyes  to  Reft  j 
And  at  my  waking  Hour  I  find 
GOD  and  his  Love  pofTefs  my  Mind . 

PSALM  139.    Third  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Sincerity  profejl,  And  Grace  trfd  5  or,  Tbi  Heart' 
/earthing  GOD. 

Y  G  O  D,  what  inward  Grief  I  feel 
When  impious  Men  tranfgrefs  thy  Will ! 

I  mourn  to  hear  their  Lips  profane 

Take  thy  tremendous  Name  in  vain. 

Does  not  my  Soul  deteft  and  hate 

The  Sons  of  Malice  and  Deceit  ? 

Thofe 


M 


PSALM    CXXXIX.  %& 

Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  Laws  and  Thee, 

I  count  them  Enemies  to  me. 
3  Lord,  fearch  my  Soul,  try  ev'ry  Thought, 

Though  my  own  Heart  aceufe  me  not 

Of  walking  in  a  falfe  Difguife, 

I  beg  the  Trial  of  thine  Eyes. 
4.  Dothfecret  Mifchief  lurk  within  ? 

Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  Sin  ? 

O  turn  my  Feet  whene'er  I  ftray, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  perfett  Way, 

PSALM  139.    Firjl  Part.    Common  Metre* 

GOD  is  every  where. 

1  T  N  all  my  vail  Concerns  with  Thee, 
■*•    In  vain  my  Soul  would  try 
To  fhun  thy  Prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  Notice  of  thine  Eye. 
*  Thy  all-furrounding  Sight  furvey s 
My  Rifing  and  my  Reft  j 
My  public  Walks,  my  private  Ways, 
And  Secrets  of  my  Breaft. 
3  My  Thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 
Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 
And  e'er  my  Lips  pronounce  the  Word, 
He  knows  the  Senfe  T  mean. 
4.  O  wond'rous  Knowledge,  deep  and  high  1 
Where  can  a  Creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  Arms  I  lie, 
Befet  on  ev'ry  Side. 

5  So  let  thy  Grace  furround  me  ftill, 

And  like  a  Bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  Soal  from  ev'ry  111, 
Secur'd  by  fov 'reign  Love. 
PAUSE. 

6  Lord,  where  ftiall  guilty  Souls  retire, 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 

M  li 


s,6t  PSALM    CXXXIX. 

In  Hell  they  raee>  thy  dreadful  Fi  e, 
In  Heav'n  thy  gloii  >us  J  hi  one. 
7  Should  I  f  ppiefs  my  vital  Breath, 
To  'fcape  the  Wrath  divine. 
Thy  Voice  would  bieak  the  Bars  of  Death, 
And  make  the  Oi  ave  refign. 
3  If,  wmg'dwith  Beatns  of  Morning  Light, 
I  fly  beyond  the  Weft, 
Thy  Hand  which  muft  fupport  ray  Flight, 
Would  fo  n  betray  my  Reft. 
g  If  o'er  my  Sins  I  think  to  draw 
The  Curtains  or  the  Night, 
Thofe  flaming  E  es  -h^t  guard  thy  Law, 
Would  turn  th*  Shades  to  Light, 
so  The  Beams  of  Noon,  the  Midnight  Hour, 
Are  both  alike  to  Thee  : 
O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  th  At  PowY 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

PSALM  139.  Second  Fart,  Common  Metre. 

'The  Wifdom  of  God   in  the  Formation  of  Man. 

,  1X/  H  E  N  I  with  pleafing  Wonder  Rand, 
v *    And  all  my  Frame  fur  vey, 
Lord,  'tis  thy  Workj  I  own  thy  Hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  Clay, 
a  Thv  Hand  my  Heart  and  Reins  pofleft, 
Who  e  unborn  Nature  grew  j 
Thy  Wifdom  all  my  Features  trac'd, 
And  all  my  Members  drew. 
3  Thine  Eye  with  niceft  Care  furvey'd 
The  Growth  of  evYy  Part ; 
•Till  the  whole  Scheme  thy  Thoughts  had  laid, 
Was  c>py'd  by  thy  Art. 
4.  Heav'n,  Earth  and  Sea,  and  Fire  and  Wind, 
Shew  me  thy  wond'rous  Skill  j 
But  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  Wonders  ftill. 

5  Thy 


fS-AXM    CXLL  %U 

5  Thy  awful  Glories  round  me  (kmep 
My  Flefli  proclaims  thy  Praife  j 
Lord,  to  thy  Works  of  Nature  join. 
Thy  Miracles  of  Grace. 

PSALM    s39.    v.  14*  17,  t8.  Third  PjH. 
Common  Metre. 
The  Mercies  of  G  O  D  innumerable 
An  Evening  Pfalm. 
g  t  ORD,  when  I  count  thy  Mercies  o'er, 
*-/    They  ftrike  me  with  Surprize  j 
Not  all  the  Sands  that  fpread  the  Shore 
To  equal  Numbers  rife. 
s  My  Flem  with  Fear  and  Wonder  ftandSj 
The  Product  of  thy  Skill  j 
And  hourly  Bleffings  from  thy  Hands 
Thy  Thoughts  of  Love  reveal. 
S  Thefe  on  my  Heart  by  Night  I  keep  $ 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  me  ! 
O  may  the  Hour  that  ends  my  SJeepF 
Still  find  my  Thoughts  with  Thee. 

PSALM   141.    v.  2,  3,  4,  5, 
Watchfulnefs  and  Brotherly  Repreof, 
A  Morning  or  Evening  Pfalm. 
1  V/TY  GOD,  accept  my  early  Vows, 
***    Like  Morning  Incenfe  in  thine  Houfe, 
And  let  my  nightly  Worfliip  rife 
Sweet  as  the  Ev'ning  Sacrifice, 
a  Watch  o'er  my  Lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  ram  and  heedlefs  Word  j 
Nor  let  my  Feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  Paths  where  Sinners  lead. 
3  O  may  the  Righteous,  when  I  ftray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  Way ! 
Their  gentle  Words,  like  Ointment  fhed, 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  chear  my  Head. 

M  2  4  When 


*6i  PS  AIM    CXLlrt. 

,4.  When  I  behold  them  preft  with  Grief, 
I'll  cry  to  Heav'n  for  their  Relief  j 
And  by  my  warm  Petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  Love. 

PSALM     i4z. 
GOD  is  the  Hope  of  the  Helplefsi 
i  nnOGODI  made  my  Sorrows  known, 
A      From  G  O  D  I  fought  Relief } 
In  long  Complaints  before  his  Throne, 
I  poured  out  all  my  Grief, 
a  My  Soul  was  overwhelmed  with  Woes, 
My  Heart  began  to  break  j 
My  GOD,  who  all  ray  Burdens  knows, 
He  knows  the  Way  I  take. 

3  On  ev'ry  Side  I  caftmine  Eye, 

And  found  my  Helpers  gone, 
While  Friends  and  Strangers  paft  me  by 
Neglected  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  Cry, 

And  call'd  thy  Mercy  near, 
«  Thou  art  my  Portion  when  I  die, 
"  Be  thou  my  Refuge  here." 

5  Lord  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  Ear  attend, 
And  make  my  Foes  who  vex  me  know 

I've  an  Almighty  Friend. 
$  From  my  fad  Prifon  fet  me  free, 

Then  (hall  I  praife  thy  Name, 
And  holy  Men  mail  join  with  me 

Thy  Kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

PSALM     1+3. 

Complaint  of  beamy  Afflifthns  in  Mind  and  Body. 

j  V/fY  righteous  Judge,   my  gracious  GOD, 

*V*    Hear  when  I  fpread  my  Hands  abroad, 

And 


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And  cry  for  Succour  from  thy  Throne, 

O  make  thy  Truth  and  Mercy  known. 
i  Let  Judgment  not  againft  mepafs; 

Behold  thy  Servant  pleads  thy  Grace  s 

Should  Jaftice  call  us  to  thy  Bar, 

No  Ivian  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 
3  Look  down  in  Pity,  Lord,  and  fee 

The  mighty  Woes  that  burthen  me  ; 

Down  to  the  Dull  my  Life  is  brought, 


Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwell  in  Darknefs  and  unfeen  ; 
My  Heart  is  defolate  within  : 

My  Thoughts  in  mufing  Silence  trace 
The  ancient  Wonders  of  thy  Grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  Glimpfe  of  Hope 
To  bear  my  finking  Spirits  up } 

I  flretch  my  Hands  to  G  O  D  again, 
And  thirft  like  parched  Lands  for  Rain. 
5  For  Thee  I  thir&j  I  pray,  r  mourn  y 
When  will  thy  fmiling  Face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  Joys  on  Earth  remove  ? 
And  G  O  D,  for  ever  hide  his  Love  ? 

7  My  GOD,  thy  long  Delay  to  fave, 
Will  fink  thy  Pris'ner  to  the  Grave  ; 

My  Heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  Eye  3 
Make  hade  to  help  before  I  die. 

8  The  Night  is  Witnefs  to  my  Tears, 
Diftrefling  Pains,  diftrefling  Fears  j 

0  might  I  hear  thy  Morning  Voice, 
How  would  my  weary'd  PowVs  rejoice  ! 

9  In  Thee  I  truft,  to  Thee  I  figh, 
And  lift  my  heavy  Soul  on  high  j 
For  Thee  fit  waiting  all  the  Day, 
And  wear  the  tirefome  Hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  Fetters,  Lord,  and  mow 
Which  is  the  Path  my  Feet  fhould  go  j 
If  Snares  and  Foes  befet  the  Road, 

1  flee  t»  hide  me  near  my  GOD. 

M  3  11  Teach 


;6*  PSALM    CXLIV. 

j  i  Teach  meio  do  thy  holy  Will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  Hill ; 
Let  the  good  Spiiit  of  thy  Love 
ConducVme  to  thy  Courts  above. 

jz  Then  (hall  my  Sow!  no  more  complain, 
The  Tempter  then  (hall  rage  in  vain  j 
And  Flefti,  that  was  my  Foe  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  Spirit  more. 

P  S  A  L  4vl    144.    v.  i,  a.     Tirfi  Part. 

AJfiftance  and  Ft  fiery  in  the  Spiritual  Warfare* 

1  p  OR  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 
*      My  Saviour  and  my  Shield  ; 
He  fends  his  Spiiit  with  his  Word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  Field, 
a  When  Sin  ami  Hell  their  Force  unite, 
He  makes  my  Soul  his  Care, 
Inlliucls  me  to  the  heav'nly  Fisrht, 
And  guards  me  through  the  War. 
3  A  Friend  and  Helper  fo  divine 
Does  my  weak  Courage  raife  ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  V  cVry  mine,. 
And  his  mail  be  the  Praife. 

PSALM    144.  1/.  3,  4,  5,  6.    Seetird  Part* 

'The  Vanity  of  Man,   and  Condefctnfion  of  GOD. 

j  T  O  R  D,  what  is  Man,  poor  feeble  Man, 
^     Born  of  the  Earth  at  fir(t  r 
His  Life  a  Shadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  halting  to  the  Duft. 
%  O  what  is  feeble  dying  Man, 
Or  any  of  his  Race, 
That  GOD  mould  make  it  his  Concern 
To  vifit  him  with  Grace  f 
3  That  GOD,  who  darts  his  Lightnings  down, 
Who  makes  the  Worlds  above, 

And 


PSALM    CXLIV.  s$5 

And  Mountains  tremble  at  his  Frown, 
How  wondVousis  his  Love  ! 

PSALM    144.    v.   ii— — 15.    Tbird  Part, 
Grace  above  Rubes  j  or,  Tie  Happy  Nathn* 

1  TJAPPY  the  City,  where  their  Sons 
*■*  Like  Pillars  round  a  Palace  fet, 
And  Daughters,  bright  as  pol.fh'd  Stones^ 
Give  Strength  and  Beauty  to  the  State. 

%  Happy  the  Country,  where  the  Sheep, 
Cattle  and  Coin,  have  large  Increafe  5 
Where  Men  fecurely  work  or  fleep, 
Nor  Sons  of  Plunder  break  the  Peace. 

3  Hnppy  the  Nation  thus  endow'd, 
But  more  divinely  hleft  are  thofe, 
On  whom  the  AH-fufficient  GOD 
Himfejf  with  all  his  Grace  beftows. 

PSALM    144.    Long  Metre. 
The  Greatnefs  of  GOD, 

1  \K Y  GOD,  my  King,  thy  various Praife 
«***  Shall  fill  the  Remnant  of  my  Days  j 
Thy  Grace  employ  my  humble  Tongue 
Till  Death  and  Glory  raife  the  Song. 

%  The  Wings  of'evVy  Hour  wall  bear 
Some  thankful  Tribute  to  thine  Ear  5 
And  ev'ry  fetting  Sun  mall  fee 
New  Works  of  Duty  done  for  Thee. 

3  Thy  Truth  and  Juftice  I'll  proclaim; 
Thy  Bounty  flows,  ah  endlefs  Stream  ; 
Thy  Mercy  fwifr,  thine  Anger  flow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubbom  Foe. 

4,  Thy  Works  with  fov'reign  Glory  mine, 
And  fpeak  thy  Majeity  divine  j 
Let  Britain  round  her  Shores  pt  ©claim 
The  Sound  and  Honour  of  thy  Name. 

M  4  5  Let 


* 


*66  PSALM    CXLV. 

5  Let  diftant  Times  and  Nations  raifc 
The  long  Succeflion  of  thy  Praife : 
And  unborn  Ages  make  my  Song 
The  Joy  and  Labour  of  their  Tongue. 

6  But  v.  ho  can  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  Deeds, 
Thy.Greatnefs  all  our  Thoughts  exceeds; 
Vaft  and  unfearchable  thy  Ways, 

Vail  and  immortal  be  thy  Praife. 

PSALM    145.    a>.  1  ---7,  11—13.  **>*/ ?*rU 

The  Great nrfs  0/  GOD. 

x  T  ONGasI  live  111  blefa  thy  Name, 
*-*    My  King,  my  G  O  D  of  Love  ; 

My  Work  and  Joy  mail  be  the  fame 

In  the  bright  World  above, 
s  Great  is  the  Lo;d,  his  Pow'r  unknown, 

And  let  his  Praife  be  great  ; 
I'll  n*ng  the  Honours  of  thy  7  hrone, 

Thy  Works  of  Grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  Grace  (hall  dwell  upon  my  Tongue  j 

And  while  my  Lips  rejoice, 
The  Men  that  hear  my  facred  Song 
Shall  join  their  chearful  Voice. 

4  Fathers.to  Sons  (hall  teach  thy  Name, 

And  Children  learn  thy  Ways  j 
Ages  to  come  thy  Truth  proclaim, 
And  Nations  found  thy  Praife. 

5  Thy  glorious  Deeds  of  ancient  Date 

Shall  through  the  World  be  known  ; 
Thine  Arm  of  PowV,  thy  heav'nly  State, 
With  public  Splendor  mown. 

6  The  World  is  manag'd  by  thy  Hands, 

Thy  Saints  are  rul'd  by  Love  ; 
And  thine  eternal  Kingdom  (lands, 
Though  Rocks  and  Hills  remove. 

PSALM 


PSALM    CXLV,  a$7 

PSALM  14.5.  *v,  7,  &c.    Second  Part. 

The  GoodnefsofGOD. 

1  q WEET  is  the  Mem'ry  of  thy  Grace, 
0  My  GOD,  my  heav'nly  King  j 
Let  Age  to  Age  thy  Righteoufnefs 
In  Sounds  of  Glory  fing. 
a  G  O  D  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 
His  Goodnefs  to  the  Skies  j 
Through  the  whole  Earth  his  Bounty  flrines, 
And  ev'ry  Want  fupphes. 

3  With  longing  Eyes  thy  Creatures  wait 

On  Thee  for  daily  Food, 
Thy  libYal  Hand  provides  their  Meat, 
And  fills  their  Mouths  with  Good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  Companions,  Lord  I 

How  flow  thine  Anger  moves  ! 
But  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  Word 
To  chear  the  Souls  he  loves. 
3  Creatures  with  all  their  endlefs  Race 
Thy  Pow'r  and  Praife  prochim  5 
But  Saints  that  tafte  thy  richer  Grace 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  Name. 

P  S  A  L  M  145.  v.  14,  17,  &c.    Third  Part, 

Mercy  to  Sufferers,  or,  GOD  hearing  Prayer, 

1  T  ET  ev'ry  Tongue  thy  Goodnefs  fpeak, 
JL'    Thou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all ; 
Thy  ftrength'ning  Hands  uphold  tke  Weak, 
And  raife  the  Poor  that  tall, 
a  When  Sorrow  bows  the  Spirit  down* 
Or  Virtue  lies  diftreft 
Beneath  forne  proud  OpprefTor's  Frown3  . 
Thou  giv'il  the  Mourners  Reft. 
3  TheLord  fupports  our  totfring  Days, 
And  guides  our  giddy  Youth  1 

M5  Holy 


,6*  PSALM    CXLVL 

Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  Ways, 
And  all  his  Words  are  Truth. 

4  He  knows  the  Pain  his  Servants  feel, 

He  hears  his  Children  cry, 
And  their  beft  Widies  to  fulfil, 
Hi*  Grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  Me;cy  never  (hall  remove 

From  r>  en  of  Heart  lincere  ; 
He  faves  the  Souls,  wbofe  humble  Love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  Fear. 

6  [His  ftubborn  Foes  his  Sword  (hall  flay, 

And  pierce  their  Hearts  with  Pain  j 
But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  (hall  hy, 
"  They  fought  his  Aid  in  vain  "] 

7  [My  Lips  (ball  dwell  wpon  his  Praife, 

And  fpread  his  Fame  abroad  j 
Let  all  the  bons  of  Adam  ralfe 
The  Honours  of  their  G  OD.] 

*  P  S  A  L  M    i4«.    Long  Metre. 
Traife  to  GOD  for  his  Gotdnefs  and  Truth. 

2  p  R  A I S  E  ye  the  Lord,  my  Heart  (hall  join 
•*•      In  Works  fo  pleafant,  (o  divine  j 
Now  while  the  Flefh  is  mine  Abode, 
And  when  mv  Soul  afcends  to  G  U  D. 

%  Prnife  (hall  employ  my  nobleft  Pow'rs, 
While  lmmojtalitv  endures ; 
Mv  Days  of  Praife  ftall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  Life  and  Thought  and  Being  laft. 

3  Why  (houl -i  I  make  a  Man  my  Truft? 
Princes  mtift  die,  and  turn  to  Dull ; 

Their  Breath  departs,  their  Pomp  and  PowY, 
And  Thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  Hour. 

4  Happy  the  Man.  whofc  Hopes  rely 
On  //rV/'sGOD:  He  made  the  Sky, 
And  Earth,  and  Seas,  with  all  their  Train, 
And  none  mail  find  his  Promiie  vain. 

5HU 


PSALM    CXLVI,  s% 

5  His  Truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure  : 

He  faves  th'  Oppreft,  he  feeds  the  Poor  5 
He  fends  the  lab'nng  Confcience  Peace, 
And  grants  tie  Pr.Vner  ftveefc Release. 

6  The  Lord  hath  Eyes  to  give   he  Blind  | 
The  Lord  fupports  the  linking  Mindj 
He  helps  the  Stranger  in  Dftrefs, 

The  Widow  and  the  Path-rlefs. 

7  He  loves  his  Saints,  he  knows  them  well, 
B  it  turns  the  Wicked  down  to  Hell ; 
Thy  GOD,  O  Sion,  ever  reigns j 
Praife,  him  in  evsrlafting  Strains. 

P  S  A  L  M     146.    As  the  113th  Pfalm, 

Praife  (0  G  O  D  for  his  Goodnefs  and  Truths 

1  t.'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  Breath t 
■*     A   d  when  my  Voice  is  loft  in  Death, 

Praife  il  all  employ  my  nobler  Pow'rss 
My  Days  of  Praife  mail  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  Life  and  Thought  and  Being  laft, 

Or  Immoir:dity  endures, 
a  Why  mould  I  make  a  Man  my  Truft  ? 
Princes  muft  die,  and  turn  to  Duft; 

Vain  is  the  Help  of  Flcfh  and  Klood  : 
Their  Breath  departs,  their  Pomp,  and  Pow'r, 
And  Thoughts,  all  vanifti  in  an  Hour, 

Nor  can  they  make  their  Promife  good. 

3  Happy  the  Man  whofe  Hopes  rely 

On  //V/'s  GOD:  He  made  the  Sky, 

And  Earth  and  Seas,  with  all  their  Train  5 
His  Truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure  j 
He  laves  th' Oppreft,  he  feeds  the  Poor, 
And  none  (hall  find  his  Promife  vain. 

4  The  Lord  hath  Eyes  to  give  the  Blind  j 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finkins  Mind  j 

Ht  fowls  the  iab'ring  Conference  Peace, 

M  6  He 


*7°  PSALM    CXLVII, 

He  helps  the  Stranger  in  D;ftrefs, 
The  Widow  and  the  Fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  Fris'ner  fweet  Releafe. 

5  He  loves  his  Saints;  he  knows  them  well> 
But  turns  the  Wicked  down  to  Hell : 

Thy  GOD,  O  Sion,  ever  reigns  3 
Let  evVy  Tongue,  let  evYy  Age, 
In  this  exalted  Work  engage  : 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  Strains. 

6  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  Breath, 
And  w  hen  my  Voice  is  loft  in  Death, 

Praife  mall  employ  my  nobler  Pow'rs : 
My  Days  of  Praife  (hall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  Life  and  Thought  and  Being  laft, 

Or  Immortality  endures. 

PSALM     j  47.    Firfi  Part. 
The  Divine  Nature,  Providence  and  Grace. 

1  T)  R  A I  S  E  ye  the  Lord  :  '  lis  good  to  raife 
•*•      Our  Hearts  and  Voices  in  his  Praife  ; 

Kis  Nature  and  his  Works  invite 
To  make  this  Duty  our  Delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufaitm, 
And  gathers  Nations  to  his  Name  : 
His  Mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  Soul, 
And  makes  the  broken  Spirit  whole. 

3  He  fornrfd  the  Stars,  thofe  heavYily  Flames, 
He  counts  their  Numbers,  calls  their  Name*  : 
His  Wifdom's  vaft,  and  knows  110  Bound, 

A  Deep  where  all  our  Thoughts  are  drownM, 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  Might  j 
And  all  his  Glories  infinite  : 

He  crowns  the  Meek,  rewards  the  Juit, 
And  treads  the  Wicked  10  the  Dull. 
PAUSE. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 

VYhc  fpre^ds  hi*  Clouds  ail  round  the  Sky : 

There 


PSALM    CXLVII.  ft7r 

There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  Rain, 
Nor  lets  the  Drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  Grafs  the  Hills  adorn  ; 
And  cloaths  the  fmiling  Fields  with  Corn  } 
The  Beafts  with  Food  his  Hands  fupply, 
And  the  young  Ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  Creatures  Skill  or  Force. 
The  fprightly  Man,  the  warlike  Horfe, 
The  nimble  Wit,  the  active  Limb  ? 
All  are  too  mean  Delights  for  him. 

8  But  Saints  are  lovely  in  his  Sight ; 
He  views  his  Children  with  Delight  : 

He  fees  their  Hope,  he  knows  their  Fear  5 
And  looks  and  loves  his  Image  there. 

PSALM    147.    Second  Part. 

Summer  and  Winter ; 
A  Song  for  Great-Britain. 

1   r\ Britain,  praife  thy  mighty  GOD, 
^  And  make  his  Honours  known  abroad  $ 
He  bid  the  Ocean  round  thee  flow  j 
Not  Bars  of  Brafs  could  guard  thee  Co. 

a  Thy  Children  are  fecure  and  bleft ; 
Thy  Shores  have  Peace,  thy  Cities  Reft ; 
He  feeds  thy  Sons  with  fineft  Wheat, 
And  adds  his  Bleffing  to  their  Meat. 

3  Thy  changing  Seafons  he  ordains, 
Thy  early  and  thy  latter  Rains  5 

His  Flakes  of  Snow  like  Wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  Corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  Froft  he  ftrews  the  Ground  $ 
His  Hail  defcends  with  clatfring  Sound  j 
Where  is  the  Man  fo  vainly  bold 

That  dares  defy  his  dreadful  Cold  ? 

5  He  bids  the  Southern  Breezes  blow  j 
The  Ice  diffolve,  the  Waters  flow  5 

But 


*7*  PSALM     CXLVII. 

But  he  hath  nobler  Works  and  Ways 
r  To  call  the  Britons  to  his  Piaife. 
6  To  all  the  Ifle  his  Laws  are  ihown  ; 

Hi   Gofpel  through  the  Nation  known; 

He  hath  not  thus  i  eveai'd  his  Word 

To  ev'ry  Land  :  Praife  ye  the  Lord. 

PSALM  147.  v.  7--9>  13-18.  Common  Metre. 
The  Seafons  of  the  Xfar. 

x  *\X7  I  T  H  Songs  and  Honours  founding  loud,  ' 
vv      Acldrefs  ihe  Lord  on  high  j 
Over  the  Heavens  he  fpreads  his  Cloud, 
And  Waters  veil  the  Sky. 
a  He  (ends  his  shcwVs  of  Buffings  down 
To  chear  the  Ph.ins  below  ; 
He  mak<  s  the  Grafs  the  Mountains  crown, 
And  Corn  in  V.  Lies  gr>w. 
3  H«  give?  the  g-azing  Ox  his  Meat, 
He  hears  the  Ravens  cry; 
But  Man  who  taftes  his  fineft  Wheat, 
Should  raife  his  Honours  high. 
4.  Hs  fteady  Counfels  change  the  Face 
Ot  the  declining  Year  j 
He  bids  the  Sun  c.  t  fhort  his  Race, 
And  wint'ry  Days  appear. 

5  His  boTiy  Frolt,  his  fleecy  Snow, 

Defter.d  and  clothe  the  Ground; 
The  iiqui  -i  Streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  Fetters  hound. 

6  When  from  his  dre?.dful  Stores  en  high 

He  pours  the  i  aiding  Hail, 
The  Wretch  that  dates  this  GOD  defy, 
Shall  find  his  Courage  fail. 

7  He  f?nds  his  Word  and  melts  the  Snow, 

The  Fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  Gales  to  blow, 
And  bills  the  Spring  return, 

8  The 


PSALM    CXLVIII.  an 

8  The  changing  Wind,  the  flying  Cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  Word  ; 
With  Songs  and  Honours  founding  loud, 
Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord.  % 

PSALM    f  4-8.    Proper  Metre. 

Praife  to  GOD  from  all  Creatures, 

i  VE  Tribes  of  Adam,  join 

*      With  Heav'n,  and  Earth,  and  Seas, 
And  offer  Notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  Praife. 

Ye  holy  Throng 

Of  Angels  bright, 

In  Worlds  of  Light 

Begin  the  Song, 
a  Thou  Sun  with  dazzling  Rays, 
And  Moon  that  rules  the  Night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  Praife, 
With  Stars  of  twinkling  Light. 

His  Pow'r  declare, 

Ye  Floods  on  high, 

An*!  Clouds  that  fly- 
In  empty  Air. 

3  The  mining  Worlds  above 
In  glorious  Order  ftand, 
Or  in  fwift  Courfesmove 
By  his  fupreme  Command. 

He  fp  ke  the  Word, 
And  all  their  Frame 
From  nothing  came 
To  praife  the  Lord. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  Wheels 
In  unknown  Ages  paft, 

And  each  his  Word  fulfils, 
.  While  Time  and  Nature  laft, 


U 


i74r  PSALM     CXLVIir. 

In  diff'rent  Ways 
His  Works  proclaim 
•His  wond'rous  Name, 
And  fpeak  his  Praife. 

PAUSE. 

5  Let  all  the  Earth-born  Race* 
And  Monfters  of  the  Deep, 
The  Fifli  that  cleave  the  Seas, 
Or  in  their  Bofom  fleep, 

From  Sea  and  Shore 
Their  Tribute  pay, 
And  ftill  difplay 
Their  Maker's  Pow'r. 

6  Ye  Vapours,  Hail,  and  Snow, 
Praife  ye  th'  Almighty  Lord, 
And  ftormy  Winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  Word. 

When  Lightnings  mine, 
Or  Thunders  roar, 
Let  Earth  adore 
His  Hand  divine. 

7  Yet  Mountains  near  the  Skies, 
With  lofty  Cedars  there, 
And  Trees  of  humbler  .Size, 
That  Fruit  in  Plenty  bear  j 

Beafts  wild  and  tame, 

Birds,  Flies,  and  Worms, 

In  various  Forms, 

Exalt  his  Name. 
%  Ye  Kings  and  Judges  fear 
The  Lord,  the  fovVeign  Kingj 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  Honours  fmg  j 

Nor  let  the  Dream 


Of  Pow'r  and  State, 
Make  yen  forget 
His  Pow'r  fupierae. 


5  Virgins 


PSALM    CXEV1IL  atf 

9  Virgins  and  Youth  engage 
To  found  his  Praife  divine, 
While  Infancy  and  Age 
Their  feebler  Voices  join  % 

Wide  as  he  reigns 

His  Name  be  fung 

By  evVy  Tongue, 

In  endiefs  Strains. 
30  Let  all  the  Nations  fear 
The  GOD  that  rules  above  5 
He  brings  his  People  near, 
•    And  makes  them  tafte  his  Love, 

While  Earth  and  Sky 

Attempt  his  Praife, 

His  Saints  mail  raife 

His  Honours  high. 

PSALM  14&   Paraphrased  in  Long  Metre, 

Uni<verfal  f  raife  to  GOD, 

ITOUD  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  (dwell  j 

■'"'    From  diftant  Worlds  where  Creatures 
Let  Heav'n  begin  the  folemn  Word, 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  Hell. 

Note,  This  Pfalm  may  be  fung  to  the  Tune  of  the 
old  wzth  or  izjtb  Pfalm,  if  thefe  two  Lines  be 
added  to  every  Stanza  (viz) 

Ssch  cf  his  Works  his  Name  difplays, 
But  they  can  ne'er  fulfil  the  Praife. 

Otherivife  it  mujf  be  fung  to  the  ufual  Tunis  of  the 

Long  Metre, 
a  The  Lord!  how  abfolute  he  reigns  ! 
Let  ev'ry  Angel  bend  the  Knee  j 
Sing  of  his  Love  inlieav'nly  Strains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  Terrors  be. 

3  High 


%74  PSALM    CXLVI1I. 

3  High  on  a  Throne  his  Glories  dweH, 
An  awful  Throne  of  Alining  Blifs : 
Fly  through  the  World,  O  Sun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  Beams,  compar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake  ye  Tempefts,  and  his  Fame 
In  Sounds  of  dreadful  Praife  declare} 
And  the  fweet  Whifpers  of  his  Name 
Fill  ev'iy  gentler  Breeze  of  Air. 

5  Let  Clouds,  ar.d  Winds,  and  Waves  agree 
To  join  their  Praife,  with  bl  zing  Fire  j 
Let  the  firm  Ea  th  and  rolling  Sea 

In  this  eternal  Songconfpire. 
i  YeflowY)  Plains  proclaim  his  Skill } 
Vallies  lie  low  before  his  Eye  j 
And  let  his  Praife  frem  ev'ry  Hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  ne  ghbYing  Sky. 

7  Ye  ftubborn  Oaks,  and  flately  Pines, 
Bend  your  high  Branches,  and  :*dore  : 
Praife  him,  yc  Beafts,  in  diff'rent  Strains} 
The  Lambmuft  bleat,  the  Lion  rear. 

8  Birds,  ye  mult  make  his  Fraife  your  Theme, 
Nature  demands  3  Song  from  you  : 

While  the  dumb  Fifh  that  cut  the  Stream 
Leap  up,  and  mean  his  Praifes  too. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  Tongue, 
When  Nature  all  around  you  fings  ? 

O  for  a  Shout  from  Old  and  Young,     « 
From  humble  Swains,  and  lofty  Kings ! 

xe  Wide  as  his  VM.ft  Dominion  lies, 
Make  the  Creator's  Name  be  known  } 
Loud  as  his  Thunder  (hout  his  Fraife, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  Throne. 

XI  Jebo<vab  !  'tis  a  glorious  Word, 
O  may  it  dwell  on  evVy  Tongue  ! 
But  Saints,  who  bed  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobieil  Song. 

i»  Speak 


?S  AIM    eXLVHL  %ll 

a*  Speak  of  the  Wonders  of  that  Love, 
Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  Chord : 
From  all  below  a»d  all  above, 
Loud  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM    148.    Short  Metre, 

Uniwrfal  Praift* 

sTET  e?'ry  Creature  join 
*-*    To  praife  th*  eternal  GODj 
Yeheav'nly  Hofts  the  Song  feegm* 
Ami  found  his  Name  abroad. 
&  Thou  Sun  with  golden  Beams, 
And  Moon  with  pater  R^ys, 
Ye  itarry  Lights,  ye  twinkling  Flames* 
Shine  to  your  Makers  Praiie. 
I  He  built  thofe  Worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wond'rous  Frame  : 
By  his  Command  they  (land  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  Name. 

4  Ye  Vapours,  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  Show'rs  or  Snow, 
Ye  Thunders,  murm'ring  round  the  Skies^ 
His  Pow'r  and  Glory  (how. 

5  Wind,  Hail,  and  flaftiing  Fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  Storms  COnfpifG 

To  execute  his  Word. 
i  By  all  his  Works  above 

His  Honours  be  exprefty 
But  Saints  that  tafte  his  faving  Love, 

Should  fing  his  Praifes  belt. 

PAUSE    L 

7  Let  Earth  and  Ocean  know 
They  owe  their  Maker  Praife  : 

Praife 


a7S  PSALM    CXLVIII. 

Praife  him,  ye  wat'ry  Worlds  below, 

And  Monfters  of  the  Seas. 
%  From  Mountains  near  the  Sky 

Let  his  high  Praife  refound, 
From  humble  Shrubs  and  Cedars  high, 

And  Vales  and  Fields  around. 

9  Ye  Lions  of  the  Wood, 

And  tamer  Beafts  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  Food, 
And  he  expects  your  Praife. 

10  Ye  Birds  of.  lofty  Wing, 

On  high  his  Praifes  bear ; 
Or  fit  on  flow'ry  Boughs,  and  fing 
Your  Maker's  Glory  there. 

ii  Ye  creeping  Ants  and  Worms, 
His  various  Wifdom  fhow, 
And  Flies  in  all  your  mining  Swarms, 
Praife  him  that  dreft  you  fo. 
u  By  all  the  Earth-born  Race 
His  Honours  be  expreft, 
But  Saints  that  know  his  heav'nly  Grace, 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  beft. 

PAUSE    II. 
23  Monarchs  of  wide  Command, 
Praife  ye  th*  eternal  King  ; 
Judges,  adore  that  fov'reign  Hand, 
Whence  all  your  Honours  fpring. 

14  L«t  vjg'rcas  Youth  engage 

To  found  his  Praifes  high  : 
While  growing  Babes,  and  withYing  Age, 
Their  feebler  Voices  try. 

15  Unired  Zeal  be  mown 

His  wond'rous  Fame  to  raife  ; 
G  O  D  is  the  Lord  :   His  Name  alone 
Deferves  our  endlefs  Praife. 

16  Let 


PSALM     CXLIX,  s79 

16  Let  Nature  join  with  Art. 

And  all  pronounce  him  bleft, 
But  Saints  that  dwell  fo  near  his  Heart, 
Should  fing  his  Praifes  beft. 

PSALM    149- 

Praife  GOD  allbitjaints]  or,  The  Saints  judg* 

ing  the  World. 

1    ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
-**■    And  let  your  Songs  be  new ; 
Amidft  the  Church  with  chearful  Voice 
His  latter  Wonders  (hew. 

%  The  Jen»s,   the  People  of  his  Grace, 
Shall  their  Redeemer  fing  j 
And  Gentile  Nations  join  the  Praife, 
While  Ston  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  Pleafure  in  the  Juft, 

Whom  Sinners  treat  with  Scorn  : 
The  Meek  that  lie  defpis'd  in  Duft, 
Salvation  (hall  adorn. 

4  Saints  mould  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

E'en  on  a  dying  Bed  : 
And  like  the  Souls  in  Glory  fing, 
For  GOD  (hallraife  the  Dead. 

5  Then  his  high  Praife  (hall  fill  their  Tongues, 

Their  Hands  fhali  wield  the  Sword  : 
And  Vengeance  mall  attend  their  Songs, 
The  Vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chrifl  the  Judgment  Seat  afcends. 

And  bids  the  World  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepared  for  all  his  Friends, 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then 


IS*  PSALM     CL. 

7  Then  (hall  they  rule  with  Iron  Rod 
Nations  that  «hr'd  rebel  : 
And  join  the  Sentence  of  their  G  O08 
On  Tyrants  doom  d  to  Hell. 
ff  The  Royal  Sinners  bound  in  Chains     — , 
New  Triumphs  (hall  afford  j 
Such  Honour  for  the  Saints  remains  £ 
Fraife  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 

PSALM    15©.   v.  1,  t,  <«. 

^  $M£  tf  fraife, 

IN  GOD's  own  Houfe  pronounce  his  Praiffr, 
His  Grace  he  there  reveals  i 
To  Heav'n  your  Joy  and  Wonder  raife* 
For  there  his  Glory  dwells. 
*  Let  all  your  facred  PafEons  move, 
While  you  rehearfe  his  Deeds  ; 
But  the  great  Work  of  faving  Love 
Your  higheft  Praife  exceeds. 
3  All  that  have  Motion,  Life  and  Breathy 
Proclaim  your  Maker  bleft  ? 
Yet  when  my  Voice  expires  in  Death, 
My  Soul  (Hall  praife  him  bed. 


THE 


.3K*#*W*»*W»«KttXWX 

THE 

'  C  H  RI3TIAN 
p  O  X  O  L  o  g  r. 

Long  Metre. 

TO  GOD  the  Faffcer,  GOD  the  Son, 
And  GOD  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  Honour,  Praife,  and  Glory  giv'n 
By  ail  on  Earth,  and  all  in  Heay'n. 

Common  Metre. 

LET  GOD  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  adorM, 
Where  there  are  Works  to  make  him  known9 
Or  Saints  that  love  the  Lord. 

Common   Metre,   when  the  Tutu  includtt  tv/9 
Stanzas, 

- 

L 

THE  GOD  of  Mercy  be  adorM, 
Who  calls  our  Souls  from  Death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  Word, 
And  New -creating  Breath* 

IL 

To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  Divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  Saints  and  Angels  join. 

Short 


w 

%%%  DOXOLOG1ES, 

Short  Metre, 

YE  Angels  round  the  Throne, 
And  Saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worftiip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the  ii$tb  Pfalm. 

NO  W  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  Praife  and  Glot^giv^n, 
Through  all  the  Worlds  where  GOD  is  known, 
By  all  the  Angels  near  the  Throne, 
And  all  the  Saints  in  Earth  and  Heav'ne 

As  the  148/A  Pfalm, 

TO  GOD  the  Father's  Throne 
Perpetual  Honours  raife  j 
Glory  to  G  O  D  the  Son, 
To  G  O  D  the  Spirit  Praife  1 
With  all  our  PowVs, 
Eternal  King, 
Thy  Name  we  fing, 
While  Faith  adores. 


THE     END. 


/        An     INDEX, 

O  R 

TABLE  to  find  a  Pfalm  fuitedto 
particular  Subjects  or  Occasions. 

Note,  In  this  Table  I  have  not  direcledto  thefe<vera^ 
Parts  or  Metres  of  the  Pfalm,  left  it  fbould  breed 
too  great  a  Confufion  oj  Figures.  What  is  fought 
in  any  Pfalm  may  eafly  be  found,  by  turning  a 
Leaf  vr  tivo  backward  or  forward  to  the  dijiinii 
Parts  or  Metres.  [^ 

If  you  find not  iuhat  Word  you  feek  in  this  Table,  feek 
another  of  the  fame  Signification $  Or,  feek  it  under 
fame  of  the  more  general  Words,  fuch  as  God, 
Chrift,  Church,  Saints,  Pfalm,  Prayer,  Praife, 
Affliction,  Grace,  Deliverance,  Death,  &c 

mifiion  to  them  123, 
131*  36-  from  Men,  fee 
PerfecutioninMindand 
Body  143.  trying  our 
Graces  66,    it  9,    xjth 
Ptfr/,withoutRejecl:ion 
89.  of  Saints  and  Sin- 
ners different  94,gentle 
103,   moderated    125, 
verygreat  102,1*3,75. 
Aged  Saints  Reflection 
and  Hope  71. 
All-feing  God  139. 
Angels  Guardian  54.,  91, 
all  fubjecT:  to  Chrift  89, 
97.  praife  theLord  103. 
prefent  in   Churches 
138. 
N  Appeal 


jfDAM  thefirft  and 
■*-'  fecond,  their  Do- 
minion 8. 

Afflified,  Pity  to  them 
41.  35.  and  tempted, 
fupported  55, 145, 146. 
their  Prayer  102, 143. 
Saints  happy  73,  94, 
119,  i$tb  Part. 
Afflictions,  Hope  in  them 
42, 1 3, 77.  Support  and 
Profit  119,  j^tb  Part. 
Inftru&ion  by  them 
94, 119,  \%thPart,  fanc- 
tifled  94, 1 1 9,  \%thPart. 
Courage  in  them  119, 
1 7th  Part,  removed  by 
Prayer  14,  107.    Sub- 


INDEX. 


Appeal  to  God  againft 
Ftrfecutors  7.concern- 
,  jng  our  Sincerity  139. 
Humility  131. 

Aj  cenjion  of  Chrift  24,68, 

47,     IIO. 

AJ/ifiance  from  God  144, 

138. 
Atheifm  practical  14,  36, 

12,  punifhed  10. 
Attributeso{God$6,  in, 

?45,  147. 
jfa/Aor/VvtromGod  75, 8  2. 
B 

"DAchJliding     Soul     in 
•°  Diihefs  and  Defer- 

tion   25.    reltored  51. 

pardoned  78,  130. 
Bleffing  of  God  on  the 

Bufinefs  and  Comforts 

of  Life   127. 
Blejfings  of  a  Family  128, 

133.  of  a  Nation  144, 

147.  of  the  Coiintiy  65, 

i47.of:iPerfonT,32,ii2. 
Blood  of  Chrift  cleanfing 

from  Sin  51,  69. 
Bookof  Nature  andScrip- 

ture  19,  119,  $th  Part. 
Britain's  Profperity,  67. 

delivered  fr©m  Slavery 

75.  Happinefs  147. 
Brotherly  Love  13 3.  Re- 
proof 141. 
Bufinefs  of  Life  bleft  1 27. 

C 
S^ARE   of  God  over 
*-*  his  Saints  34. 
C&$rfo»  to  the  Poor  37, 


41,  112.  and  Jtiflice  il 
112.  mixed  with  Jml 
precations  35. 
ChaJiifementfetAffl'flion] 
Children  praifing  God  8.1 
made  Bltfnngsi27,n8. 
initructed  34,  78. 
Chrijl  the  fecond  Adamy 
his  Incarnation,  his 
Dominion,  his  All-fut- 
ficiency  16.  his  Afcen- 
fion  24,  6$,  no.  the 
Church's  Foundation 
118.  his  Coming,  the 
Signs  of  it  12.  his  Con- 
defcenfion  and  Glorifi- 
cation 8.  Covenant 
made  with  him  89-Firft 
and  fecond  Coming,  or 
his  Incarnation,  King- 
dom and  Judgment  96, 
97,  98.  the  true  David 
89,  35.  his  Death  and 
Refurrection  22, 16,69. 
theEternalCreator  102. 
exalted  to  the  King- 
dom 2,  21,  8,  72,  no. 
ourExample  109.  Faith 
in  hi  Blood  51.  God 
and  Man  89.  his  God- 
head 102.  our  Hope  4, 
5 1 .  his  Incarnation  and 
Sacrifice  40.  the  King 
and  the  Church  his 
Spoufe  45.  his  King- 
dom among  Gentiles 
72,  87,  132.  his  Love  to 
Enemies  109,  35.  his 
Majefty 


.%> 


INDEX. 


Majcfty*  97,    99.    his 
Mediatorial  Kingdom 
89,  no.  his  Obedience 
and  Death  69.  his  per- 
fonal  Glories  and  Go- 
vernment 45.    praiied 
by  Children    8.  Pried 
and  King  1 10.  his  Re- 
furrection  on  theLord's 
Day  118.  our  Strength 
and  Kighteoufnefs  71. 
his       Sufferings      and 
Kingdom  2,  22,  69.  his 
Sufferings  for  our  Sal- 
vation 69.  his  Zeal  and 
Reproaches  ibid. 
Chr'ijiians  Qualifications 
1 5,  24.  Church  made  of 
Jews  and  Gentiles  87. 
Church  its  Beauty  45,  48, 
122.  the  Birth-place  of" 
Saints  87.  built  onjefu's 
Chr.ift  1 1 8.  Delight  and 
Safety  in  it  27.Deft.ruc- 
tion  of  Enemies  pro- 
ceeds from  thence  76, 
Gathered   and    fettled 
132.  of  the  Gentiles  45, 
47.   God  fights  for  her 
46,  10,  20.  Xxod's  Pre- 
tence there    132,    84. 
God's  fpecial  Delight 
57, ,132.  God's  Garden 
9  2,  Going  to  it  1 22.  the 
Roufe  and  Care  of  God 
135.   of  the  Jews  and 
Gentiles  87. its  Inci  eafe 
67.  Prayer  in  Diitrefs 
So.  Persecuted  fee  Per- 


fection   Reftored   by- 
Prayer  85,  io25  107. its 
Safety  in  national  De- 
flation 46. is  the  Safety 
and  Honour  ofaNation 
48,  the  Spoufe  of  Chrift 
45.     its    Worihio    and 
Order   48.      Wrath  a- 
gainll    Enemies    pro- 
ceeds thence  76. 
Colonies  planted  107. 
Comfort,    Holinefs    and 
Paidon4.  32,  ug}nth 
and    ritb  Parts,     and 
Support  in  God  94,  16. 
from    ancient     Provi- 
dences 77,  143.  of  Life 
bleft  127.  and  Panfon 
730. 
Compart)  of Saints,  1 6. 109 „ 
Complaint    of    Abfence 
from  Public   Worflnp 
42    oi  Sicknefs   6.   of 
Defertion    13.     Pride, 
Aiheifm,     Oppreflion, 
&c.  10,  12.  of  Tempta- 
tion 13,  general  102.  of 
quarrelfome       Neigh- 
bours 12.  of  heavy  Af- 
flictions in  Mind  and 
Body  143. 
Compaffion  of  God    103, 

145,  147. 
Communion  with    Saints 

<r6,   133. 
Conjcjjion  of  our  Poverty 
16.  of'Sin/Repentan-e 
and  Pardon  3-2-,  51,  38, 
J  jo.  143.  '  N-z      Co£ 


INDEX. 


Conference  tender  179. 
j$tb  Part,  its  Guilt  re- 
lieved 38,  32,  51,  130. 

Contention  complained  of 
120. 

Converfe  with  God  63, 
119,  id  Part. 

Converjion  and  Joy  iz6. 
at    the    Afcenfio- 
Chnftno.ofje 
Gentiles  87,  106,  q6. 

Correclion,(te  Afflictior. . 

Corruption  of  Manners 
general  it,    12. 

Counftla.nd  Supportfrom 
God   16,    119. 

Courage  in  Death  16,  17, 
71.  in  Perfecution  119, 
j-jth  Part. 

Covenant  made  with 
Chi  ift  89  of  Grace  un- 
changeable 89.  106. 

Creation  and  Providence 

*35>  J36>  33>  *°4>  H7> 
148. 
Creatures,  no  Truft  in 
them  6z,  33,  146.  vain, 
and  God  All-fufficient 
33,  Praifing  God  148. 

D 
r\^7irDevotion55, 

J3> 

Ztey  of  Humiliation  for 
Difappointments  in 
War  60. 

Death  and  Refurre&ion 
of  Cferift,  16,  69.  of 
Saints  and  Sinners  17, 
37,  49,  and  Sufferings 


of  C'hrift  22,  69.  Deli- 
verance  from  it  3 1 .  and 
Pride 49. and  Remrrec- 
tion  49, 71, 89. Courage 
in  it  16,  17,  23.  the 
Ftfeft  of  Sin   9o. 

/  ejence  in  God  3,  121, 
and  Salvation  in  God 
18,  61. 

Delaying  Sinners  warn'd 

95- 

U  light  and  Safety  in  the 
Church  48,  27,  84,  18. 

Deliverance  begun  and 
perfected  85.  trom  De- 
fpair  1 8. from  deep  Dif- 
trefs  34,  40.fr omDeath 
3  j  ,  1 1 8.fromOpprefiion 
and  Falfhood  56.  from 
Perfecution,  53,  94.  by 
Prayer  34,  40,  85, 126. 
from  Shipwreck  107. 
from  Slander  31.  Sur- 
prizing 126.  from 
Temptations  3,  6,13, 
18.  from  aTumult  118. 

Defertion  and  Diftrefs  of 
Soul  25,  13,  38, 143. 

Dtjire  ofKnowledgci  19, 
$tb  Part,  of  Holin efs 
119,11/*  Part,  of  Com- 
fort and  Deliverance 
119  1  ithPart.  of  quick- 
ening Grace  119,  16th 
Part. 

Deflations,  theChurch's 
Safety  in  them  46. 

Defpair  and  Hope   in 


INDEX, 


Death  17,  49.  Delive- 
rance from  it  1 8,   1 30. 

Devotions  daily  55,  134, 
143.  on  a  fickBed,36,  6. 
fee  Morning,  Even- 
ing, Lord's  Day. 

Direction  and  Pardona^. 
and  Defence  prayed  fcr 
5.  and  Hope  42.  fee 
Knowledge 

Difeafe,  fee  Sicknefs, 

Vljtrefs  of  Soul  or  Back  - 
Aiding  and  Defertion 
25.  relieved  §i,  130. 

Dominion  of  Man  over 
Creature  8. 

Doubt  i  andFearsfappreft 

Drunkard  and  GIittOB 

107, 
Z)#/y  to  God  and  Man 

>5>  *4« 

Dwelling  with  God,  fee 
Heaven,  Church,  £!V. 

E 
pDUCATJONrtW- 

•*-'  gious  34,  7g. 

Egypt's  Plagues  105. 

«E#^  of  Righteous  and 
Wicked   3,  37. 

Enemies  overcome  18. 
prayed  for  35,  309.  de- 
stroyed 12,  76,  48. 

iscvy and  Unbelief  cur1  d 

37>  49- 
Equity   and  Wifdom  of 

Providence  9. 
Evening  Pfalm  4,   i39> 

3413 


Evident  e  of  Grace,  or 
Self  Examination  26. 
of  Sincerity  18, 195139- 

Evil  Times  32,  Neigh- 
bours 3  2C,Magiftrates 
11,  58;  82. 

Exaltation  of  Chrift  to 
the  Kingdom  2,  21,  22, 
69,  72,  no. 

Examination^  or  Evi- 
dences of  Grace26. 1 39. 

Exhortations  topeaceand 
Holinefs  34. 
F 

JJA1TH,  and  Pr&yer  of 

*  perfecutcd  faints 
35.  in  the  Blood  of 
Chrift  51,  32.  in  divine 
Grace  and  Power  6t, 
330 

Faithfulnefs  of  God  89. 
305,  in,  145,  346.  of 
Man  15,  341. 

Falfhuod,  Blafpherny,  &t, 
32,  and  Oppreffion,De- 
liverance  from  them 
32,  56. 

Family  Government  101. 
Love  and  Worfhip  133. 
Bleffings  328. 

Fears  and  Doubts  fup- 
prefled  3,  34,  31.  in  the 
Worfhip  of  God  89, 
39. of  Gcdii9,i3^Par/. 

Flattery  and  Deceit  com- 
plained Of  32,    36. 

Forgivenefs,  fee  Pardon. 

Formal  Worfhip  50. 
N  %  Frailty 


INDEX. 


Frailty  of  Man  89,  90, 
*44- 

Iretjulnefs    difcouraged 

37- 
IriendJJnp    its  Bleffings 

33- 
Tuner 'tf/Pfalm  89,  90. 
*    G 

f^ENTIf.ES  given   to 
*-'     Chrift   2,    22,    72. 

Church  45,  65,  72,  87. 

Gvvningthe  true  God 

S^,    98>47- 

Glorification  and  Conde- 
fcenfion  of  Chrift  8,45. 
Glory  of  God  in  our 
Salvation  69  andGrace 
promifld  84,  97,  89. 

Glutton  78.  and  Drunk- 
ard 107 

God  all  in  all  127.  All- 
feeing  139.  All-fuffici- 
enr  t6,  33  his  Being, 
Attributes  and  Provi- 
dence 36,  65,  147.  his 
Care  of  Saints  7,  34..  bis 
Creation  and  Provi- 
dence 33.  10+,  &c.  our 

.Defence  and  balvation 
-,,  6r,  33,  Ilr:  El 
and  Sovereign,  and 
holy  93.  Eternal  and 
M  n  mortal  90,  102. 
Paithfulnefs  105,  in, 
89,  glorified,  and  Sin- 
)i  rs  faved69  Goodnefs 
and  Mercy  145,  146. 
Goodnefs  arid  Truth 
s,      146.       governing 


Power  and  Goodnefs 
66.  Great  and  Good 
144.  68,  145, 147.  Heart 
fearchingi39.  our  only 
Hope  and  Help  142.  the 
Judge  9,  50,  97.  kind 
to  his  People  145,  14.6. 
his  Majeftv  97  and 
Condefcenfion  113,  144. 

Mercy  and  Truth  36, 
103,  136,  89.  145.  made 
Man  8.  of- Nature  and 
Grace  65.  his  Perfec- 
tions in,  36,  145,  147. 
our  Portion,  and  Chrift 
cur  Hope  4.  our  Por- 
tion here  and  hereafter 
75.  his  Power  and  Ma- 
jefty  68,  89,  93,  96. 
praifed  by  t  hifdren  8. 
cur  Preferver  121  138. 
prefent  in  theChurci.es 
84..  our  Refuge  in  na- 
tional Troubles  46  our 
Shepherd  23.  his  Sove- 
reignty and  Goodrefs 
to  Man  8,  113  144.  our 
Support  and  Comfort 
04.  supreme  Governor 
Si,  93,  75.  unoKange- 
abte  89,  in.  ni.>  UnWer- 
fal  Dominion  103.  hi* 
Wifdom  in. his  Works 
in,  139.  wortbv  of  all 
Praife  155,    146, 

Good  Works  15,  24,  lis. 
profit  Men  not  God  16. 

Goodnefs  of  God  8,  103, 
in,  145',   146.  GoJ~ 


INDEX. 


GofpeI,itsQloryimd  Suc- 
cefs  19,  45,  no.  joyful 
S_>und  39,  98.  Wo;fhip 
and  Order  48. 

Government  of  Chrift  45. 
from  Qod  75. 

Grace,  its  Evidences,  or 
Self-Examination  26, 
139.  above  Riches  144. 
without  Me-rit  16,  32. 
of  Chrift  45,  72,  and 
Providence  33,  %6,  135, 
I36,  147.  Preieiving 
and  Reftoring  138- 
Truth  and  Proteilion 
57.  tried  by  Afflictions 
i7i  66,  125.  and  Glory 
84.  87.  pardoning  130. 

Guilt  of  Confcience  re- 
lieved 38,  32,  51, 130. 

'A PPT   Saint  and 
cur  fed  Sinner  1. 
Harveft  65,  I26,  147. 
Health,  S  cknefs  and  Re- 
covery 6,  30,  31.  played 

for  6,  38,  39. 
Heart    known   to   God 

139. 
Hearing  of  Prayer  and 

Salvation4, 10.  66,  102. 
Heaven  of  feparate  Souls 

and  Refurteclion    17. 

The  Saints    Dwelling 

Place  24. 
Holinefs,     Pardon     and 

Comfort  4  defiredii9, 

nf£  far/,  profeit  119, 

$d  /'tfr/,  139, 


H' 


Hope  in  Darknefs  13,  77, 
143.  of  Refurreclion 
16,  71.  and  Defpair  in 
Death  17,  49.  and  Di- 
rection 4.2.  in  Affliction 
42,  143. 

Hofanna  of  the  Children 
8.  for  the  Lord's  Day 
118. 

Hou/hold,  fee  Family. 

Humiliation  Day  10.  for 
Difappointments  60. 

Humility  and  Submiflion, 

fix,  *39. 

Hypocrites  andj-lypocnfy 

12,  50.  I 

TDOLATRY  reproved 

16,  115,  135. 
Jehovah  68,  83,  reigas 

93,  95>  97-  •, 
^rw.   fee  Ifrael. 
Images,  fee  Idolatry. 
Imprecations  an.! Charity 

35-      i  . 
I  near  net  ion  96,  97,  98. 

and  Sacrifice  of  Chrift 
40. 

Infants  139.  fee  Chil- 
dren. 

Infi'uEiion  from  God  zc. 
from  Scripture  119.  4/^r 
and  yth  Parts,  in  Piety 

14- 
Injirucli -ve  Affliction  94. 
Intemperance     puniihed 

78.  and  pardoned  107. 
Joy  of  Converfion  126. 

fee  Delight. 
N  4  J/r«/ 


INDEX. 


Ifrael  faved  from  the 
A  (Tynans  76.  faved 
from  Egypt,  and 
brought  toCanaan  135, 
J36>  77>  i°5>  107-  Re- 
bellion and  Punifh- 
ment  78.  punifhed  and 
pard',nedjc6,  io7.Tra- 
vels  in  the  Vvildernefs 
107,  114. 

Judgment  and  Mercy  9, 
68.  Day  1,  50,  26,  97, 
549.     Seat  of  God  9. 

Jufiice  of  Providence  9. 
and  Truth  towards 
Men  15. 

purification  free  jt,  130. 

Zf/tfG  is  the  Care  of 
•"•  H°aven  zi. 

King  William  and  King 

George  75. 
Kingdom   of  Chrift,  fee 

Chiift, 

Knowledge  deferred  19, 
119,   9/^  /'tfrf. 

T  ^^of  God,  Delight 
•*-'  in  it  119. 
Liberality  rewarded  41, 

1 12. 
Life  and  Riches,  their 

Vanity    59.  fhort  and 

feeble  89,  90,  144. 
Longing  after    God   63, 

Lord's  Day  Pfalm  91, 
118.  Merning  5,  19, 
63. 


low  of  God  to  the 
Righteous,  and  Hatred 
to  the  Wicked  1,11.  to 
our  Neighbour  15.  of 
Chrift  to  Sinners  35. 
of  God  better  than 
Life  63.  of  God  un- 
changeable jo6,  89.  to 
Enemies  109,  35.  Bro- 
therly 133.  and  Wor- 
ship in  a  Family,  ibid. 
Luxury  punifhed  7S.  and 
pardoned  107. 

M 
]\/f^gi/f  rates     warned 
iV1   s*>  **•   Qualifica- 
tion ioi.  raifeu  and  de- 
pofed  75. 

Majefly  of  God  68,  fee 
God. 

Man  his  Vanity  as  mor- 
tal 39,  89.  90,  144.  Do- 
minion over  Creatures 
.   8.  mortal,  and  Chrift 
eternal  ioz.  wonderful 
Formation  139. 
Mariner j  Pfalm  107. 
Marriage^  myftical  45. 
Mafier  of  a  Family  ior. 
Meditation    1,    63,    119, 
$th  and  6th  Parts. 
Melancholy  reproved  4*. 
and  Hope  77.  removed 
126. 
Mercies    common    and 
fpecial  68,  103.   Spiri- 
tual andTemporal  103. 
Innumerable  139. Ever- 
lafting 


INDEX. 


lafting  136.   Recorded 

107.   and  Judgment  9. 

and  Truth  ©f  God  36, 

103,  89,  136,  145,  14.6. 
Merit  difclaimed  16. 
Mefiah,  fee  Chrift. 
Midnight   Thoughts  63, 

119,  $tb  and  6tb  Parts. 

139. 
Minijlers  ordained  13a. 

114. 
Morning  Pfalm  3,  141.  of 

a  Sabbath  5, 19,  63. 
Mortality  of  Man  39, 49, 

90.  and  Hope  89.  and 

God's     Eternity     90, 

102. 

N 

JlTATIONs  Honour 
=* *   and   Safety   is  the 

Church  48.   Profperity 

67,    144.      bleft     and 

punifhed  107. 
National  Deliverace  67, 

75,  76,  124,  126.  Defo- 

lations,   the  Church's 

Safety  and  Triumph  in 

them  46. 

Nature  and  Scripture  19, 
1*9.  jtb  Part,  of  Man 
139. 

Neiv-EnglandPfalmioj. 

November  the  5th,  115, 
124. 

O 

f)3EDIENCE    fincere 

^  32,  18,  139.  better 
than  Sacrifice  50, 


Old  Age,  Death  §8,  and 
Refurredfion  71,  89. 

OmnipotenceiOmnifciencei 
Omniprefence /  &c.   fee 

P 

pARDON,  Holinefs 

*  and  Comfort  4,  of 
Backfliding  78.  and 
Direction  25.  and  Re- 
pentance prayed  for 
38.  and  Confeffion  32. 
of  original  and  actual  ' 
Sin  51.  plentiful  with 
God  130, 

Patience  under  Afflic- 
tions 39.  under  Perfe- 
ctions 37,  44  in 
Darknefs  77, 130,  131. 

Peace  and  Holinefs  en- 
couraged 34.  with  Men 
defired  120. 

Perfections  of  God  Hi, 

I45>  H7>  36. 

Perjecuted  Saints,  their 
Prayer  and  Faith  35, 
44,  74,  80.-83. 

Per/edition,  Victory  over 
and  Deliverance  from 
it  7,  53>  94-  Courage  in 
it  119,  iytb  Part. 

Perfecutors  punifhed  7, 
129,  149.  their  Folly  14, 
complained  of  35,  44, 
74,  80,  83.  Deliverance 
from  them  94,  9,  10. 

Perfeyerance  138.  in 
Trials  119,  17/^  Part. 

N5  Pejlilnce 


INDEX. 


PeJIilence,  Prefervation 
in  it  91. 

P iety, Inftru6Hons  there- 
in 34.    fee  Saint. 

Pitj  to  the  Afflicled  41. 

Pleading  without  repin- 
ing 39>  123.  the  Pr©- 
mifes  119,  loth  Part. 

Portion  of  Saints  and 
Sinners  11,  17,  37. 

Poverty  confeffed  16. 

Praise  to  Grd  from 
Children  8.  for  Crea- 
tion and  Providence33. 
104.  to  our  Creator  100. 
from  all  Creatures  148. 
for  eminent  Deliver- 
ance 34,  118.  General 
86, 145, 150. for  theGof- 
pel  98.  for  Health  re- 
ftored  30,116.  forHear- 
ing  Prayer  66,  102.  to 
Jefus  Chrift45.from.all 
Nations  117.  and  Prayer 
public  65.  for  Protec- 
tion, Grace  and  Truth 
57.  for  Providence  and 
Grace  36.  for  Rain  65, 
147.  from  the  Saints 
149,  150.  for  temporal 
Bleffings  68,  147.  for 
Temptationsovei  come 
18  for  Victory  in  War  ib. 

Prayerhezrd  4,34,65,66. 
inTime  of  War  20. and 
Hope  of    Victory    20. 

Praife  public  65.  and 

Hope  27.   in  Church's 

Diftrefs  80.  Heaid  and 


Sion  reftored  102.  and 
Faith  of  persecuted 
Saints  35,  37,  56.  and 
Praife  for  Deliverance 
34. for  Repentance  and 
Pardon,  &c.  38.  fee 
Complaint. 

Prtferving  Grace  138. 

Princes  vain  62,  146. 

Prcfejfion  otSincerit)  and 
Repentance,  &c.  119, 
%d  fa>t,  139.  falfe    50. 

Fromifes  and  Threat- 
ning  81.  pleaded  119, 
loth  Part. 

Profperity  dangerous  45, 

73- 

Protection,  Truth  and 
Grace  57.  by  Day  and 
Night  121. 

Providence  its  Wifdom 
andEquity  9,  andCrea- 
tion  33,  135,  136.  and 
Grace  36, 147.  and  Per> 
fections  of  God  36.  i* 
Myftery  unfolded  73. 
recorded  77,  78, 107.  in 
Air,  Earth  and  Sea  35, 
65,  89,104,  107,  147. 

Prudence  and  Zeal  39. 

P Calm  for  Soldiers  18,60. 
old  Age  71.  for  Huf- 
bandmen  65.  for  a  Fu- 
neral 89,  90.  for  the 
Lord's  Day  92.  before 
Prayer  95.  before  Ser- 
mon 95.  rorMagifti  ates 
loi.  for  Houfholders  ib. 
Public 


INDEX. 


Public  Worfhip,  abfent 
from  it  complained  of 
42.  Worlhip  attended 
on  122. 

Puni/hment  of  Sinners  1, 

«>  37.         CL 
QUARRELSOME 
*=S<S  Neighbours  120. 
SZuickening    Grace    119, 

iSthPart.       R 

TJAIN  from  Heaven 

"**  »35»  65»  H7; 

Recovery  from  Sicknefs 
6,  30,  116. 

Religion  and  Juftice  13. 
in  Words  and  Deeds  37. 

Repentance,  Confeffion 
and  Pardon  32.  and 
Prayer  for  Pardon  and 
Strength  38.  and  Faith 
in  theBlood  of  Chrift^i. 

Reproach  re  moved  31,37. 

Rejignation  39,  123,  131. 

Refolutionsholy  119,  i$tb 
Part. 

RefurreBion  and  Death 
of  Chrift  2,  16.  of  the 
Saints  16,  17,  49,  71. 
and  Death  49,  71,  89. 

Revolution  by  King  Wil- 
liam 7$. 

Riches,  their  Vanity  49. 

S 
OABBATH,  fee  Lord's- 

^  Day,  Sacrifice  40,  51, 
69. 

5"«/»//  happy,  and  Sin- 
ners curled  1,  n.,  119. 
1/?  far*,  Safety  in  evil 


Times  12,  46.  the  bell 
Company  16.  charac- 
terifed  15,  24.  and  Sin- 
ners Portion  1,  17. 
dwell  in  Heaven  15,  24. 
puniflied  and  faved  78, 

106.  God'sCareof  them 
34.  Reward  at  laft  50, 
90, 92.  and  Sinners  End 
37,  1,  11.  Patience  and 
World's  Hatred  37. 
chaftifed  andSinnerde- 
ftroyed94.  diebutChrift 
lives  io2.  punifhed  and 
pardoned  io6, 107.  con- 
dueled  to  Heaven  106, 

107.  tried  and  prefer v- 
ed  66, 125.  judging  the 
World  149. 

Salvation  of  Saints  10. 
and  Triumph  18.  and 
Defence  in  God  61.  by 
Chrift  69,  85. 

Satan  fubdued  3,  6,  13. 

Scripture  compared  with 
the  Book  of  Nature  19, 
119,  $th  Part.  Inftruc- 
tion  from  it  119,  qth 
Part.  Delight  in  it  119, 
$/Aand  \%th  Parts. Ho- 
linefs  andComfortfrom 
it  1 1 9,  6th  Part.  Perfec- 
tions 119,  yth  Part.  Va- 
riety and  Excellency 
139,  %tb  Part,  attended 
with  the  Spirit  1 19.  yh 
Part. 

Seafom  of  the  Year  65, 
147-     N  $      Seaman's 


INDEX. 


Seaman' (s  Song  107. 

£/&f^"u/.*vr£preventedi37. 

Stclnefs  healed  6,  30,116. 

Sin  of'Naturei4.0riginal 
and  a6lual,  confefled 
and  pardoned  51,  and 
Chaftifement  of  Saints 
78,  106.  Univerfal   14. 

Sincerity  19,  26,  32,  139. 
proved  and  rewarded 
i8.profeffed  ny.^dPart. 

Sin  of  Tongue  12,  34,  50. 

Slander,  Deliverance 
from  it,  31,  120. 

Souh  in  a  feparate  State 
17,  46,  150. 

Spirit  given  at  Chrift's 
Afcenfion  68.histeach- 
jng  defired  51,  119.  $tb 
Part. 

Spiritual  Enemies  over- 
come 3,  18,  144.  Blef- 
fings  and  Punifhments 
81. 

Spring  of  the  Year  65. 

Submijfion  123,  131.  t© 
Chrift  2.toSicknefs  39. 

Support  and  Council 
from  God  16.  for  the 
afflicled  and  tempted 
55.  and  Comfort  in 
God  94,  119, 14^  Part. 
T 

rr  EMPTATIO  NS 

■*  overcome  3,  18.  in 
Sicknefs  6.  efcape  from 
them  23  of  the  Devil 
13.  Support  under 
them  3,  55,  94. 


Thank),  public  for  pri- 
vate Mercies   116,   118. 

TbreatningsandP  romifes 
Si. 

Ihunder  and  Storm  29, 
135,  136,  148. 

Times  evil  11,  12. 

Tongue  governed  34;  39. 

Trial  of  our  Graces  by 
Affiiftions  66,  125,  of 
our  Hearts  26,  139. 

Triumph  forSalvation  18. 
and  Safety  of  the 
Church  in  national 
Defolations  46.  at  the 
laftDay  149. 

Trujft  in  the  Creatures 
vain  62,  146. 

Truth,  GraceandProtec- 
tion  57,  145,  146. 
V 

prANITY  of  Man  as 

*  mortal  39,  89,  144. 
of  Life  and  Riches  49. 

Vengeance  and  Compai- 
fion  68.  againft  the 
Enemies  of  the  Church 
76,  149. 

^?ervhopedand  prayed 
for  20.  over  Tempta- 
tions 6,  18,  144.  over 
temporal  Enemies  18. 
and  Deliverance  from 
Perfecution    53. 

Unbelief  pumftied  95. 

Vonxjs  paid  in  Church 
116.  of  Holinefs  119, 
i$tb  Part. 

W 


INDEX. 


W 

TJ/-AITING  forPar- 

**  don  and  Direc- 
tion 15.  for  Anfvver  to 
Prayer  85,143,  130. 

War,  Prayer  in  Time  of 
it  20.  Difappointments 
therein  60  Victory  18. 
Spiritual  18,  144. 

Warnings  of  G  od  to  his 
People  €i. 

Watchfulnefs  19,  141. 
over  the  Tongue  39. 

Weather  65,  107,  135, 
147,  148. 

Wicked,  fee  Sinner,  Saint. 

Wickednefs  of  Man   14, 

tf>  S1- 

Wind,  fee  Providence, 
Seafon,  Storm. 

Winter  and  Summer  147. 

Wifdom  and  Equity  of 
Providence  9.  of  God 
in  his  Works  ur. 

Ward  of  God,  fee  Scrip- 
tare, 


Works  of  Creation  and 
Providence  104,  147, 
148.  and  Grace  19, 
33.  in,  135,  136 
good  profit  Men,  not 
God  16. 

World"*  Hatred,  and 
Saints  Patience  37. 

Worjhip  and  Order  of 
theGofpel48.  Delight 
in  it  84.  with  Reve- 
rence 89,  99.  Daily  55, 
I34j  *33>  Hi-  in  a  Fa- 
mily 133  Public  63,  84, 
122, 132.  Abfence  from 
it  42,  63 

Wrath  and  Mercy  from 
the  Judgment-feat  9. 
fee  more  in  God,  Pu- 
nijhmeni,  Saviour,  Ven- 
geance* 

Z 
'VEAL  and  Prudence 
^  39.    Zion,    its  Citi- 
zens, fee  Church, 


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ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice 
"-    Almigkty  Ruler  of  the  Skies 
Amidft  thy  Wrath  remember-Love 
Among  th'  Aflemblies  of  the  Great 
Among  the  Princes  earthly  Gods 
And  will  the  God  of  Grace 
Are  ail  the  Foes  of  Sion  Fools 
Are  Sinners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
Arife,   my  gracious  GOD 
Awake,  ye  Saints,  to  praife  your  King 


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BEHOLD  the  lofty  Sky 

■*■*  Behold  the  Love,  the  generous  Love 

Behold  the  Morning  Sun 

Behold  the  fure  Foundation  Stone 

Behold  thy  waiting  Servant,  Lord 

Blefs,  O  my  Soul,  the  living  GOD 

Bleft  are  the  Sons  of  Peace 

Bleft  are  the  Souls  that  hear  and  know 

Bleft  are  the  undefil'd  in  Heart 

Bleft  is  the  Man,  for  ever  bleft 

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^  Come,  Children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord  62 

Come,  let  our  Voices  join  to  raife  170 

Come,  found  his  Praife  abroad  169 

Confider  all  my  Sorrows,  Lord  227 


y\AFID  rejoic'd  in  GOD,  his  Strength        40 
*-^  Deep  in  our  Hearts  let  us  record  123 


EARLY,  my   G  OD,  without  Delay         107 
Exalt  the  Lord  our  GOD  1 76 


■p  A  R  as  thy  Name  is  known  85 

*     Father,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  Hand  230 

Father,  I  fing  thy  wondYous  Grace  122 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they  238 

Firm  was  my  Health,  my  Day  was  bright  52 

Fools  in  their  Heart  believe  and  fay  23 

For  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord  264 

For  ever  fhall  my  Song  record  152 

From  Age  to  Age  exalt  his  Name  194 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  Skies  211 

From  deep  Diftrefs  and  troubled  Thoughts  243 


GIVE  Thanks  to  God  :  He  reigns  above  193 

Give  Thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  Name  190 

Give  Thanks  to  God  mcft  high  25* 

Give  Thanks  to  God  the  fov'reign  Lord  251 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  Praile  254- 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  Sons  of  Fame  51 


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God  in  his  earthly  Temple  lays  151 

God  is  the  Refuge  of  his  Saints  82 

God,   my  Suppoiter  and  my  Hope  129 

G©d  of  eternal  Love  193 

God  of  my  Childhood  and  my  Youth  126 

God  of  my  Life  look  gently  down  72 

God  of  my  Mercy  and  my  Praife  99 

God  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King  114 

Great  God,  attend  while  Sion  fings  146 

Great  God,  how  oft  did  Ifr'el  prove  141 

Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  Claim  108 
Great  God,  the  Heav'ns  well  order'd  Frame     37 

Great  God,  whofe  universal  Sway  127 

Great  is  the  Lord  exalted  high  249 

Great  is  the  Lord,  his  Works  of  Might  20a 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God  8 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrel  141 

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HA  D  not  the  Lord  may  Ifr'el  fay  236 

Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord  204 

Happy  the  City  where  their  Sons  265 

Happy  the  Man  to  whom  his  God  55 

Happy  the  Man  whofe  cautious  Feet  3 
Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  Face           .    179 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  Vifion  faid  155 

Help,  Lord,  for  Men  of  Virtue  fail  21 
He  reigns  j  the  Lord,  their  Saviour  reigns         172 

He  that  hath  made  his  Refuge  God  161 

How  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  Rod  337 

How  did  my  Heart  rejoice  to  hear  234 

How  fait  their  Guilt  and  Sorrows  rife  26 

How  long,   O  Lord,  mail  I  complain  22 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  Face  ibid* 

How  pleaiant,  how  divinely  fair  146 

How  plealant  'tis  to  fee  447 

How  pleas  d  and  blefs'd  was  I  253 

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JEHOV  AH  reigns  ;  He  dwells  in  Light  1*5 

Jefusy  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  Throne  aoi 

Jefus  mall  reign  where'er  the  Sun  i*7 

If  God  fucceed  not  all  the  Colt  140 

If  God  to  build  the  Houfe  deny  ibid, 

1  lift  ray  Soul  to  God  47 

I'll  blefs  the  Lord  from  Day  to  Day  tl 

I'll  praife  my  Maker  with  my  Breath  169 

I'll  fpeak  the  Honour  of  my  King.  So 

I  love  the  Lord  :   he  heard  my  Cries  2*0 

In  ail  my  vaft  Concerns  with  Thee  2-59 

In  Anger,  Lord,  rebuke  rns  not  10 

In  God's  own  Houfe  pronounce  his  Praife  480 

In  Judah,  God  of  old  wag  know  n  J33 

Into  thine  Hand,  O  God  of  Truth  53 

Joy  to  the  World  j  the  Lord  is  come  175 

I  let  the  Lord  before  my  Face  28 

Is  there  Ambition  in  my  Heart  244 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  Hand  ill 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  Ways  49 

Judges  who  rule  the  World  by  Laws    '  104 

Juft  are  thy  Ways,  and  true  thy  Word  3* 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord  73 

I  wiil  extol  Thee,  Lord,  on  high  _  §t 


T  E  T  all  the  Earth  their  Voices  raife  17a 

-L>  Let  ali  the  Heathen  Writers  join  2*1 

Let  Children  hear  the  mighty  Deeds  138 

Let  every  Creature  join  277 

Let  every  Tongue  thy  Goodnefs  fpeak  167 

Let  God  arife  in  all  his  Migfet  117 

Let  Sinners  take  their  Courfe  10 x 

Let  Sion  in  her  King  rejoice  83 

Let  Sion  and  her  Sofjs  rejoice  181 

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Lord,  haft  thou  caft  the  Nation  off  105 

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Lord,  I  am  thine  :  But  thou  wilt  prove  29 

Lord,  I  am  \\'.et  conceiv'd  in  Sin  96 

Lord,  I  can  fuffer  thy  Rebukes  10 

Lord,  I  efteem  thy  Judgments  right  221 

Loi  dj  if  thine  Eyes  furvey  our  Faults  160 

.ijjprd'i  if  thou  doll  not  foon  appear  20 

^jhave  msde  thy  Word  my  Choice  222 

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Lord,  I  vnlfl|g£s  thee  all  my  Days  60 

Lord,  I  wounSKkjead  mv  iore  Diftrefs  98 

Lord  of  the  W^ks  above  *4-8 

thou  haft^l^d  thy  Grace  to  Mind  150 

Lnd,  ■                   earthy  Seivant cry  213 

ihou  baft  f-arfh'd  and  ken  rhe  thro'  256 

Lord,  thou  haft  feerjpny  Soul  fir.cere  31 

Lcrd,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  9 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleafant  Thing  to  Hand  165 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thv  Works  of  old  79 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  i  icce  J5r 

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Lord,  what  was  Man  when  made  at  fi  ft  21$ 

Lord,  what  is  Man,  poor  feeble  Man  264. 

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Mine  Eye.-  and  my  D.iire  4& 

My  God,  accept  my  early  Vows  261 

My  God,  confider  my  Diftrefs  »*5 
M,  God,  how  many  are  my  Fears 

My  God,  in  whom  *te  all  the  Springs  103 

My  God,  my  everlafting  Hope  1  *4 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  Praife  265 

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My  God,  the  Steps  of  pious  Men  69 

My  God,  what  inward  Grief  I   feel  258 

My  Heart  rejoices  in  thy  Name  54 

My  never  ceafing  Songs  fhsll  mow  153 

My  Refuge  is  the  God  of  Love  1  § 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God  a£i 

My  Saviour  and  my  King  80 

My  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend  125 

My  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord  43 

My  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  Need  44 

My  Soul,  how  lovely  is  the  Plj^F  J4-7 
My  Soul  lies  cleaving  to  tfee  I*nt                .\    229 

My  Soul  repeat  his  Praife       *  185 

My  Soul  thy  great  Creator  pfaife  1 S6 

My  Spirit  looks  to  God  nlon*  106 

My  Spirit  finks  wi.hin  me,  Lord  77 

My  Trull  is  in  my  heav'nly  Friend  12 

TsT  O  Slee-p  nor  Slumber  to  his  Eyes  245 
■*-^   Not  to  our  Name,  thou  only  juft  &  true    ao8 

Not  to  ourfelves  who  are  but  Duft  207 

Now  be  my  Heart  infpir'd  to  Sing  84 

Now  from  the  roaming  f. ion's  R  ige  42 

Now  I'm.  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind  128 

Now  let  ojr  Lips  with  holy  Fear  121 

Mow  let  our  mournful  Songs,  record  42. 

Now  may  the  God  of  PewY  sod  Grace  38 

New  plead  my  Caufe,  Almighty  God  63 

Now  (hall  rhy  fclemn  Vows  be  paid  116 

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^  O  blefied  Souls  are  they  55 

O  biefs  the  Lord, fmy  Soul  184 

O  Britain,  praife  thy  mighty  God  271 

Of  Jufrire  and  of  Grace  I  fing  178 

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O  God  of  Grace^and  Righteoufnefs 

O  God  of  Mercy,  hear  my  Call 

G  God  to  whom  Revenge  belongs 

O  happy  Man,  whofp  Soul  is  fill'd 

O  happy  Nation,  where  the  Lord 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  Law 

O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  Foes 

O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King 

O  Lord;  our  Lard,  how  wond'rous  great 

O  vhat  the  LorcR|pu!d  guide  my  Ways 

G  that  thy  StatuterevVy  Hour 

O  thcu  that  hear'ft  when  Sinners  cry  Vs 

G  thou  whofe  Grace  and  Juftice  itignt 

O  thou  whofe  J ufiice  reigns  on  high 

Our  God,  our  Help  in  Ages  paft 

Gut  of  the  Deeps  of  long  Diftrefs 

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Pi  aife  ye  the  Lord,  'tis  good  to  raife  570 

Freferve  me,  Lord,  in  Time  of  Need  %$ 


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*^   Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  State        15* 

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Save  me,  O  God ;  the  fwelling  Floods        119 
Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  Foe  %? 

See  what  a  living  Stone 

Shew  Pity,  Lord  j  O  Lord,  forgive  96 

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Sing  all  ye  Nations  to  the  Lord  V  ' 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud  \  4  \ 
Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  Name 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  Voice    .  r 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  dillant  Lands 

Songs  of  immortal  Praife  belong  -ii 

Scon  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay  39 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God  132 

Sweet  is  the  Mem'ry  of  thy  Grace  467 

Sweet  is  the  Work,  my  God,  my  King  184 


HP  E  A  C  H  me  the  Meafure  of  my  Days  7% 

-*•      Th'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high  17  3 

That  Man  is  bleft  who  itands  in  Awe  405 

The  Earth  forever  is  the  Lord's  45, 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  Strength  3© 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns  175 

The  God  of  Glory  fends  his  Summons  forth  9} 

The  God  of  our  Salvation  hears  in 

The  Heav'ns  declare  thy  Glory,  Lord  36 

The  King  of  Saints,  how  fair  his  Face  84 

The  King,  O  Lord,  with  Songs  of  Praife  39 

The  Lord  appears  my  Helper  now  ait 

The  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  Ways  183 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  166 

The  Lord  is  come :  The  Heav'ns  proclaim  173 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is  45 

The  Lord  of  Glory  is  my  Light  50 
The  Lord  of  Glory  reigns  j  he  reigns  on  high  i<6& 

The  Lord  the  Judge  before  his  Throne  83 

The  Lord  the  Judge  his  Churches  warns  90 

The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King  186 
The  Lord  the  Sovereign  fends  his  Summons 

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The  Praife  of  Sion  waits  for  Thee  no 
'The  Wonders,  Lord,  thy  Love  has  wrought    74, 

Think,  mighty  God,  on  fe&fTe  Man  157 

This  is  the  Day  the  Loid  hath  made  214. 

The  1'pacious  Earth  is  all  the  Lord's  46 

Thou  artgny  Portion,  O  my  God  218 

Thou  G4*T  of  Love,  thou  ever  bleft  131 

Through  ev'ry  Age  eternal  God  258 

Tin  ice  happy  Man,  who  tears  the  Lord  204. 

Thus  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord  7  1 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  the  fp-icious  Fields  89 

Thus  faith  the  Lord  your  Work  in  vain  74. 

Thus  the  eternal  Father  fpake  199 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  Earth  and  Sea  200 

.ThyMercies  fill  the  Earth,  O  Lord  223 

Thy  Name,  Almighty  Lord.  212 

Thy  Works  of  Glory,  mighty  Lord  197 

*Tis  by  thy  Strength  the  Mountains  ftand  113 

To  God  I  made  my  Sorrows  known  26* 

To^od  the  Great  j  the  ever  bleit  19  t 

To  Heav  n  I  lift, my  waiting  Eyes  232 

To  our  Almighty  Maker,  GOD  174. 

To  thee,  before  the  dawning  Light  217 

To  thee,  moil  holy,  and  molt  high  134. 

To  thine  ainvgnty  Arm  we  owe  33 

'Twas  for  my  Sake,  eternal  God  123 

'Twas  from  thy  Hand,  mv  God  I  came  257 

'Twas  in  the  Watches  of  the  Night  109 

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Up  to  the  Hills  I  H(t  mine  Eyes  232 

Upward  I  lift  mine^Eyes  233 

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When  Pain  and  Anguifli  ieze  me,  Lord  Itt 

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Will  God  for  ever  caft  w.  off  67 

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With  earneft  Longings  of  the  Mind      S  *5| 
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Y  E  hoty  Souls,  in  God  rejoice  58 

A      Ye  Iflands  of  the  NotWern  Sea  174. 

Ye  Nations  round  the  Earth  rejoice  176 

Ye  Servants  of  tir  Almighty  King  ao6 

Ye  Sons m£  Men,  a  feeble  Race  163 

Ye  Son im  Pride,  that  hate  the  Juft  87 

Ye  that  delight  to  f'erve  the  Lord  205 

Ye  that  obey  th'  immortal  King  248 

Ye  Tribes  of  Adam  join  173 

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